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From this ransacked celestial temple
I hold the prophet's severed head unto all nations"
Tremble before us
Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres
Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires
Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth
"Our voices are opened graves
Through which the never-dead escape"
From dank, abyssic dream
Pursuing ascendancy....
