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Oh, the torment bred in the race
the grinding scream of death
and the stroke that hits the vein
the hemorrhage that no one can staunch, the grief,
the curse that no man can bear

But there is a cure in the house,
and not outside it, no,
not from others but from them,
their bloody strife. We sing to you,
Dark Gods beneath the earth.

Now hear, you blissful powers underground--
answer the call, send help,
Bless the children, give them triumph now.

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