Booze Control - Doom of Sargoth

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Four witches, the temple of ire
Lost spirits, drawn into the fire
Black masses, driven by fear
Lone shadows, ordained to disappear
And with every bitter draught
Darkness infests every thought
Lone wanderer, a monarch of yore
Dethroned by the ireful blades of war
Forsaken, a powerless shell
From exile, called by witches' spell
And with every bitter draught
Darkness infests every thought
Sinking deep into the mind
Forging grief inside
One who saw the
Doom Of Sargoth
All of your hope is lost
Echoes of the
Doom Of Sargoth
Captive of the frost
Grim nightmares, embodied grandsire
Desolation, crave the shrine of ire
Deaf voices, divulging the lore
Forced splutter, a pledge to nevermore
Father of the
Doom Of Sargoth
All of your hope is lost
Nightmares of the
Doom Of Sargoth
Captive of the frost