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Hear your child! Born of a voice untimely the echo of men's ordure dropped in a wood consciously. Nurturers! What do you want from me?? I shall bring thee to honour when thou dost embrace me. "Bringest me my due" as thou sayest I will not bring it to thee! Ask me not, what thou canst not learn from me. I am she who reflects unto thee! I am Deception I deceive and weave Thoth-out-Thoth I whet and excite heresies Thoth-out-Thoth "Bringest me my due" as thou sayest I will not bring it to thee! Ask me not, for thou canst not learn from me. I am she who reflects unto thee! Slithering... towards a lonely logic truth SongtexteI cause you unworthy to scatter and fall I shall bring you a well deserve misery! Yk Nerxiarxin Mahathallah! Thus spoke Machaloth Aus Songtexte Mania