I take to the sky!
Grey sky, black is the sea,
A fine crimson mist coats my wings,
All things are known to me!
To be a God!
Across the mountain tops,
Bathed within a fuligin light,
Feel the oil lake ichor pulse,
Once again the serpent bites!
I have slain a thousand armies,
And I shall slay thousands more,
The forsaken scream my name,
As I descend upon the mortal world!
To be a God!
Cursed from creation ...
Centuries ...
Eons
Ancient ...
Deathless
Immortal...
Forever alive!
To be a God!
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