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24 When bloody lanes of soulless hell

Bathed monstrous this eternal land.

When Soldans clasp dank Vellum old,

And carcants shine like scarlet foam, With hiss of snakes and burning oils

As dirges sway both imps and damn'd,

A beacon's light that cleft Doom's fold,

Peers at the Cyclopean home

Of furnace-heat and writhing coils

Of immewed depths as cyphers red

Proclaim each gyving monster's deed.

And woful runes rake this giant gloom,

Phantastic coals lurk in the dust,

Blind whelps lie in an onyx bed

And ponder words as thumb-screws bleed

(Unto the music of king Doom)

Each gangrel villains heart of lust

Beyond the halls of numberéd dead

Where lambent lights and crystal dews