Of The Primeval Priests Assum'D Power, When Eternals Spurn'D Back His Religion; And Gave Him A Place In The North, Obscure, Shadowy, Void, Solitary. Eternals I Hear Your Call Gladly, Dictate Swift Winged Words, & Fear Not To Unfold Your Dark Visions Of Torment.
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