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Crown Of Autumn The Treasures Arcane

storms shall gather from the four corners of the earth And with one enormous roar announce the Conqueror's rise The one who keeps the Treasures Arcane

So dark are these paths no human eye should see Guarded by statues in velvet moss clad Grow savage blackthorns'ere yonder secret cave For hid shalt remain

In a portrait of evil and beauty, sneers she, Empress of ravens and owls By a firmament flourished of darkness she's adorned with nettle and thorns

Scriptured in the features of your face, and in the hues of delicate Which painteth thee with the colour of antique gold Throughout dim and narrow lanes

Mighty though in sadness comes impetuos thy wind The sweetest and the darkest who Satan's secrets deems Thine breath o'er the forests, it gilds the landscape

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