...of the primeval priest's assum'd power
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when eternals spurn'd back his religion
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and gave him a place in the north obscure
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shadowly, void, solitary
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Eternals, I hear your call gladly
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dictate swift winged words, and fear
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not to unfold your dark vision of torment
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"Impia Tortorum longos his turba
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furores sanguinis innocui
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non satiata, aluit
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Sospite nuin patria, fracto nuin funeris antro,
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mors ubi dira fuit vita salusque tenent"
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Preludium
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| Theatres Des Vampires |
