Helpless Corpses Enactment
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Lyrics
The oaks of ald now they lie in peat yet elms leap where askes lay
Phall if you but will, rise you must.
A hand from the cloud emerges, holding a chart expanded. The eversower of the seeds of light to the cowld owld sowls that are in the domnatory of Defmut after the night of the carrying of the word of Nuahs and the night of making Mehs to cuddle up in a coddlepot, Pu Nuseht, lord of risings in the yonderworld of Ntamplin, tohp triumphant, speaketh.
Of all the stranger things that ever not even in the hundrund and badst pageans of unthowsent and wonst nice or in eddas and oddes bokes of tomb, dyke and hollow to be have happened! The untireties of livesliving being the one substrance of a streamsbecoming Totalled in toldteld and teldtold.
Ascend out of your bed, cavern of a trunk, and shrine!
Vah! Suvarn Sur! Scatter brand to the reneweller of the sky
thou who agnitest! Dah! Arcthuris comeing! Be! Verb
umprincipiant through the trancitive spaces! Kilt by kelt shell kithagain
with kinagain. We elect for thee, Tirtangel. We
Durbalanars, theeadjure. A way, the Margan, from our astamite
through dimdom done till light kindling light has led we hopas
but hunt me the journeyon, iteritinerant, the kal his course
amid the semitary of Somnionia.
Too mult sleepth. Let sleepth.
The oaks of ald now they lie in peat yet elms leap where askes lay
Phall if you but will, rise you must.
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