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Order of the Ebon Hand

from Elabrynth by Torii

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Surrounded by an archaic table wherein lies embedded an ancient emblem, the true rulers of the Elabrynth center around as they enact plans and cast incantations by which to further dazzle and entrance the minds of all whom enter their trap of fantasy. Sexual fluids drip from the roads into the vents, wherein they are filtered down into concoctions used to further enslave and ensnare all those who were unfortunate enough to have been swayed by the Elabrynth's false majesty.
They watch, aye! For they know for sure what sorts of acts are being committed underneath their hooded robes bejeweled with ancient fetishes engraved with the marks of those fetid ones, the gods forgotten and spat upon by the dwellers up above. Yet this is their world now and those once tarnished Gods are again free to rule and lead the people into the path of chaos and death which they deserve. The blackest order of all regurgitable filth only sees what can be seen through the palm of one's hand, the eye that watches and controls the city with its grasped fingers fiercely clutched in an ironclad hold that forever sees its will imposed upon all those who dwell above it. Evil truly has no face.

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Deep beneath these sinful lands
The black magicians dwell
Conjuring foul poisons from the seven layers of hell
Weaving their necromancy and arcane spells
They control the minds of indulgent swine
Who walk through the world blind

Their plans have worked to great excess
The citizens revel in gluttonous sex
The merchants selling their fetid wares
Whilst the downtrodden lay on the streets cold and bare

The order works their magic in secret
The influence is there, but no one can see it

Deep beneath the earth in moldered ruins
Lies the ancient cult of fallen druids
Visages of perfection on display before their eyes
Yet this infallible paragon shall soon meet its demise
Great nobles walk in wonder whilst the people stalk and stare
At the gods they have created from the statues standing there
The mark of the Ebon Hand exists on every royal
A shining emblem of supremacy that spins the Elabrynth's coils

Forged inside the black flames below
They bow, they bow to the order
The shine in their eyes emits an unearthly glow
They bow, they bow to the order
So lost in illusion that they'll never even know
They bow, they bow to the order
The puppets are blind and they're all under control
They live, they live for the order

The Order Of The Ebon Hand
Enslaving the whole of man

Evil has no face
All who enter this Elabrynth are slaves
The monarchy are just pawns in the game
False gods manifested by the 33rd
While 76 hold omnipotence

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from Elabrynth, released July 9, 2014

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