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Averse to His Minions

from Acolytes by Pagan

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A solemn whisper, a dying breath, his name sealed
Figures drawn, arcane wisdom, forgotten aeons
A hand whimpers, deathly pale, rigid and foul
A wind gathers, into a gale, that petrifies the soul

The pace quickens, a deadly march on the frozen tundra
To reach the summit, to raise the flag, to mark the triumph
A deep crevice, dimly lit, the hoard of the god unborn
A hoarse silence, signifies the coming (of the utmost storm)

Crescent ! Arise !
Witness the crimson bleeding sky
Banners up high
Lord of whispers testify
Crescent ! Arise !
Yours will be done tonight
Banners up high
Time of sword and axe is nigh

Glorify the horned one
Our sacred testimony will reveal
His presence as God
For aeons to come

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from Acolytes, released March 1, 2024

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