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Blessed be thee, Almighty Asmoday

Who burn to ash the world of clay

God of Vengeance, God of Wrath

The ruins of the cosmic God is your righteous path

Wield now your sword of retribution

And bring the final aeon of endless dissolution

Open now up your crimson door

And make the world your temple floor

Within it raise the universal holocaust

And burn the seed of life to dust

Those who are not born of the Fire

Must to your flame be cast

As the day of Wrath has finally come

(Unfold the Lawless Becoming of the anti-archon)

Behold the one adorned with fire

Transforming cosmos into a funeral pyre

Swift is His justice, and absolute He will strike

And by His sword He will judge God and man alike

I call upon Aeshma Diva!

Open now up your crimson door

And make the world your temple floor

Within it raise the universal holocaust

And burn the seed of life to dust

Those who are not born of the Fire

Must to your flame be cast

Upon the Day of wrath and lamentation

Alefpene’ash will kindle one last conflagration

Harba Di Ashm’dai!

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