This found in a glass case in Alastair Crow’s study, written in blood on a scroll made of the skin of an angel. It is obviously very old and very evil…
They fell
Weakened by battle and His Betrayal
Weakened, they could not hold their form
It must pass
Down down down
Into the Underworld
Such passion has no equal
It must return
With it they placed gates
It must return
It must return
Here here here
In this world
They will return
They will return
Their return they willed
Their return they willed
For when their power is greater
Their form permanent
They placed gates
Like falling stars they hit this world
They placed gates
Like rising shadows they will consume this world
Oh Servants, Find the Gates!!!!
Oh Servants, Find the Gates!!!
Oh Servants, Open the Gates!!!
Compromise and Conceit 
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