I walk these vast, desolate plains, through mist, a shround of grey
My mind often wanders to thoughts if deease, to the cries of
Thousands of forgotten souls,
They hang in the air and tear at my soul,
Like raptor talons to its prey.

These cries cling to me and lay unbearable weight upon this earthly
Coil

No requiem for these lost souls
No reverence for these long forgotten
No rest to be found
Forever to plague these desolate plains.

Still I walk through mist, a shroud of grey
My mind dwells with thoughts of deceased
Stumble over rocks yet make my path despite unbearable pain
In search of these lost

No requiem for these lost souls
No reverence for these long forgotten
No rest to be found
Forever to plague these desolate plains.

As my journey brings me to a peak I stop and gaze upon my path
Yet no source to be found.

"drained of spirit, forgotten my soul"

A murder of crows silhouetted upon the distant horizon fly high above
this vast and desolate plain,
I join them in their flight and gaze upon the ground, miles below,
My eyes gaze upon what I've long awaited
The murder of crows perch upon a barren tree.

My eyes dwell upon the shallow and mass graves of thousands
Of forgotten souls
"never in all my years have I felt such sorrow"
Noone left to mourn
The murder of crows fly towards the distant horizon

Still I walk these desolate plains
Through thorns
Through mist
And shrouds of grey
Through thorns
Through mist
And shrouds of
Grey

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