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    Obscurity hides the plateau Stars darkened at their place Nanna's glowing above Illuminates the silent scenery Seven they are- Yeziti's Call Aeon of night- Eager to prevail From the mountains of dawn they cry The call of the frantic god From the womb of mother earth they scream The wage of creation and sin Seven they are- Yeziti's Call Aeon of night- Eager to prevail "The sleeping lord awakes Tiamat pulls on her chains The blind phantom rages Azag- Thoth Howls Vibrations at the black ethers edge As nocturnal fear penetrates the land Ecstatical celebrations at their zenith The seven sharpen their claws" Winds emerge from the east Deep dark water moves Even the cold moon eclipses When they adore the dog- faced- beast Seven they are- Yeziti's Call Aeon of night- Eager to prevail As they admit the infernal tide The eye on the throne derides The old gods and their tribes In chaos Tiamat laughs pride. Seven they are- Yeziti's Call Aeon of night- Eager to prevail

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