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Somewhere along the olden fogs
Our paths will cross for I have want to summon thee
Ship of fools, I'll take you at my leisure
It is my power yes it is my pleasure
Priestess of madness, under a saffron sun
Cargo of souls that I will feast upon
I call upon an ancient necromantic sun
My will binds you close to me
Oh, will you drink these Lethean waters?
And join me on this Isle of endless borders
Who knows not Circe? My light so moribund
Your dead souls dance with me like flowers in the sun
Who knows not Circe? The seas crash down upon
Those who do not tremble at the daughter of the Sun
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