Archaic

Light your candles,

And pray to the crown,

Mark off their souls,

Throw blood on the ground,

Today we burn the living,

To keep the dead down…

Offerings are meaningless,

Unless they carry weight,

So stab the innocent,

And be at peace with your fate…

We’re here to remember,

But the past is deadly still,

Let your spirit expand,

And we’ll let you have the kill…

Power comes with consequence,

Love comes with age,

Never was there more power,

Or such a beautiful Sage…

Recite your arcane spells,

Count them one by one,

Once you’ve made your mark,

You can never be undone…

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