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Portent of Doom
04:57
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Inside the Mount’s trunk, aggrace’d source of life
Untapped, empyreal enigma
Delitable archway unseen by those who fobbed their sept
Peris and fays of holt, Sprites in nacreous robes
Hid the secret well my belamy
The sheltron that ne’er fails, ne’er fades nor ends
Pansophy, prudency, theopneust instruments
The God-given deodates to his dear-worthiest folk
His wit, his sentence and his lore
Pierceable into Nature page’s core
His offering made way
But servants know they went so low
And evil gropes, premeditates
Out of doubt, it shan’t move in nonchalance
Manly creatures
The means for the nonce
Mal-engine and machination
In evil’s name they shall arise anon
Transmewing guiler’s destination
Ossifrages with their wings wide open
Gyrfalcons and goshawks’ little token
Their flying from seas to mounts
Ongoing dolor reflected in their eyes
Compeers of conseil old, raised on skies
A long lament in languorous sounds
Manly beings and beasts
Insalubrious instruments
The curious confused, the peccables amazed
The pious inapt to prosper
Evil outbreaks gave ‘em cause to doubt
They’ve gone amiss
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Pour Forth Surquidous
04:17
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They stood against, prest, with their gauntlets
The lethal bargain’s on hand
Contestants twain, quaint, stiff and potent
They bandied blows, no deliverance
He spawned behavior immodest and inapt
(An) Ignoble and inimical welcome
The challenge’s clear and immediate
One of us must encounter the king
Th’ one like a star in a full sky vault
Th’ other like an acherontic beast
Polydeukes ‘gainst lord Amycus
Two corrivals in a boxing affair
Goad him not for thou’ lt front on defeat
Waive thy pride, withdraw and retreat
Display him not thy brutish ill-mien
Steer clear of troublous Death that’s eath to be seen
They stood against, prest, with their gauntlets
The lethal bargain’s on hand
Huffing and puffing, panting for breath
Gnashing their teeth, inviting Death
Dioskur rushed Him with a blast ‘bove th’ ear
The king fell down, his very life gushed out
Dare him not for thou’ lt front on defeat
Waive all elation, withdraw and retreat
Depict him not thy brutish ill-mien
Steer of spiteful Death that’s readily to be seen
Amycus expired, his end ignites the war
Of ill-fated Bebrycians be the doom they forced to meet, infamous and shameful
Breathless one by one they fall
Headless lie on palace’s floor
Lord’s subjects sink to rise no more
Thus don’t ponce ‘round when facing a fatiferous force
When thy hostile manners raise futile strife
Deny thy pride and skip thy idle rules, conceal, crush and burn ‘em
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