"Revictus, Revictus",
"Wheldune be with us",
"Make the heads swell",
"To all who wish us well",
Chanting, Chanting,
Words enchanting,
Malicious ones' sweating,
Their intentions forgetting,
Remove their interrogation,
And their intense fixation,
Shade their dissection,
And give us protection.
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Merritt Xavier
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