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Wind Of The Black Mountains The Rite Of Darkness

power in our veins The rite of darkness Candles glow with strength and glory Blind the eye of sun Demons rings the sabbath bell The rite of dark is done

spheres, empower the mystic key. Ring of elder stones entwined in prophecy, the Rite of Invocation enthralls thine power. Replete from drinking deep of darkness, black

To the ravenous wolves that the elements led From crag jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage

spheres, empower the mystic key. Ring of elder stones entwined in prophecy, the Rite of Invocation enthralls thine power. Replete from drinking deep of darkness, black

fed To the ravenous wolves that the elements led From crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage

a lonesome cryptic land... Worship of the black majestic throne! In this lonesome heathen lands torches summon demon winds, Fire now ignites the skies. Rites of darkness

a new legend of suffering in the benighted obelisks of the Outer Darkness, and not even that cursed blade of adamantine black steel shall preserve thee