The ceremony begins.
The lights dim in anticipation.
The trembling of the rift can be felt for miles around.
This circle of power.
It swims with the ghosts of ages.
The warlock at the epicenter is treading ancient ground.
The Black Wind purges the void.
The howling tempest dissolves the seals.
Chorus
Prepare for the Chronofracture.
The ramparts of the past.
The barriers of time: primed to collapse.
The coming of the epoch rapture.
The sun is frozen in the sky.
The day of the Infernal Worm has arrived.
The master of the arcane.
Swears vengeance upon his family name.
That behemoth tyrant, on the aperture of the womb.
This sacrifice-stained altar.
Upon the souls of sister and his mother.
The bastard will pay. He'll bleed one-thousand fold.
The Black Wind whispers ominously.
"This ceremony will not suffice."
The Black Wind screams prophetically.
"The summoning will fail to bind."
Chorus
The sky rips asunder.
Then catastrophically, the spell does falter.
Three have invaded the sanctity of his home.
He refuses to be halted.
Those who would stand in his way must be thwarted.
They will fall to the sickle, and their souls shall be aborted.
The Black Wind howls...
"One among you will shortly perish."
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