Welcome to the Book of Sunder

A Welcome Home

Shuddered in fear

Fighting the sleeping potion

that makes her mind unclear

in this altar dies all emotion

The black robed priests roam.

Spewing forth their black black foam,

the spirits of this cauldron do boil

and the serpents of hatred do uncoil.

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Rising froms of black

and the visions of darkness:

Strange spirits surround her

burning bright candles in the blackness

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She hears them calling

Chilling darkness now showing

and the cauldron still boiling

the fire serpents are uncoiling

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She hears them calling

She hears their hated calling

Soon she will join us in death

an underworld taking her sweet breath

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She hears the summoning

Enchanters of shadows come

With fear she hears me summoning

All about her the stench of blood rum

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Wicked blade tearing

Wicked blade of blackened mesh

Tearing her pretty white flesh

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Crimson screams of red

A soul freed of her own flesh

Sacrificed, she will refresh

cruel pleasure of my demon bed

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No longer swayed by fears,

Through the bubbling black cauldron,

A pale ghost like beauty appears

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Welcome to my side

To Hades she quickly does ride

A Welcome to thee my sweet, dead bride