.Disciples of the unholy cult, gathering around the diadem of nails
under a darkmoon eclipse, to praise the unearthly lord of death
wolves are screaming blasphemous hymns, while beasts spread their poisoned breath
it is the night of the prediction, for a horned king to be born
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