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The universe is law, this much I know.
Of wonders conjured 'neath the magical domes.
Through spells of necromancy, he prays to the sign.
The light of this king will dance in their minds.
The universe is law, its gyres will turn.
As philtres born upon demon altars burn.
Through spells of necromancy, invading their minds.
Armies of the night advance at his sign.
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