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Long before man had begun to evolve There was a warlock, half god, half daemon Through reckless invultuations he stumbled upon Things that ought not to be given manifestation Innocent blood it must be spilled The runes written in the plasma A heart filled with courage torn out beating still, and placed in the Cauldron To bring forth the Hell Storm Out of the Cauldron arose from the mist Chaos lain dormant for ages Hands gripped the steel that smote down the gods as predicted by prophets and sages A shadow of darkness that dwarfed any host of Hel or Hell envisioned by man Born of the Cauldron Malefic language breaking hermetic law Into the wrong hands the grimoire will fall The sonorous rhythm from the barbarous tongue sang, From a devil gorged nightmare the Cauldron Born came Innocent blood it must be spilled The runes written in the plasma A heart filled with courage torn out beating still and placed in the Cauldron Hell-Dark sorceries race out on the wind Very little is known of the necromancers life But it was whispered of how old Malygris died Aus Songtexte Mania