I carve your name into lead,
blood and iron merging with my wrath.
Every stroke drags your soul deeper
into the void where the dead scream.
I curse you with fire in my veins,
your shadow writhes in terror.
Every step, every breath
is a wound beneath my hate.
I call Hecate with burning torches,
and Persephone from the black soil.
Spirits of restless tombs, rise and devour.
In tenebris cor tuum ardeat!
Ossa tua dissolvantur!
Spiritus tuus errabit sine requie!
Lead speaks with a cold voice,
the grave moans.
You will burn!
The abyss opens,
dragging you down.
Ad inferos vocatus, nomen tuum in aeternum damnabitur!
Ira mea te persequatur!
Omnia quae amas fiant in cinere!
I curse you with fire in my veins,
your shadow writhes in terror.
Every step, every breath
is a wound beneath my hate.
Defixio!
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