By the shadows of the horns
Strengthen the blue strings of the sacrifice
A teeming and dancing scent
Under the dancing shadows of the horns
Rammers fade out
A cursed enchantment scent
Beneath the shining moon of the plague
Under the shimmer of the moon
The banners are raised
On the deep by moonlight
By the banner raised to victory
Melancholic quatrains
From the taut strings of the plague
A plague of rats billows
As the flag is drawn to victory
From the depravity of the deep
A dancing whiff
Blonded skin that tightens its strings
Cursed and repulsive
It crawls in glowing earth
They are carried on stone
It casts some shadows
From the deep by moonlight< br/>Rising the banner of the dead
Under deep shadows
Under the shining moon of the plague
Dancing horns
Under the shining moon of the plague
Under the moon shimmer
Raising the plumes
Raising horns
In a stench
Conjuring notes
By the shadows of the horns
Strengthening the bruised strings of the sacrifice
Under the horn's dancing waft
From the deep by the moonlight
By the banner raised to victory
Melancholic quatrains
From the strained strings of the plague
A plague of rats waves
While the tabernacle is drawn to victory
From the depravity of the deep
A dancing whiff
Blanched skin tightening its strings
Cursed and repulsive
It crawls in glowing earth
They are carried on stone
Some shadows are cast
From the depths by moonlight
The banner of the dead rises
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