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| The Magan Text | ||||||||||||||||||||
| He who awakens Him calls the ancient Vengeance of the Elder Ones The Seven Glorious Gods of the Seven Glorious Cities Upon himself and upon the World And old vengeance . . . |
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| Know that our years are the years of War And our days are measured as battles And every hour is a Life Lost to the Outside Those from Without Have builded up charnel houses To nourish the fiends of TIAMAT And the Blood of the weakest here Is libation unto TIAMAT Queen of the Ghouls Wreaker of Pain And to invoke her The Red Water of Life Need be split on a stone The stone struck with a sword That hath slain eleven men Sacrifices to HUBUR So that the Strike ringeth out And call TIAMAT from Her slumber From her sleep in the Caverns Of the Earth. |
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| And none may dare entreat further For to invoke Death is to utter The final prayer. |
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