The word from the high empyrean

Hark, hark to the word from the high empyrean

And bring with you your teeming hordes

Bow down before the ancient’s wisdom

Snatch hope from the teeth of devouring jaws

 

For dark, dark is the void of the Beezlebublean

Whose rivers of horror cross bloody fords

Whose principals are cast from demon and goblin

Where screaming of terror strikes chilling chords

 

Bark, bark the slavering hounds of hell

While nipping your ankles and corralling your soul

In fire and brimstone lose faith in death’s knell

For no death awaits you in hell’s fiery hole

 

Mark, mark aged words of the wise

From their learning of grace and all that is well

Where the choice of good versus evil applies

Ne’er beckon an offering for your soul to sell

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