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The flames
At the bottom
Of the concrete temple
Have nearly faded to dust

And Its disciples
Perform
Most obscure
Rituals
To mesmerizing chants

Oh great Father hear our prayers
Oh dark Mother shed your skin
Share your wisdom
With your cursed kin

And as the moon grows colder
I witness the lion swallowing the sun
And in the fog
I see the Path long lost

Oh great Father hear our prayers
Oh dark Mother shed your skin
Share your wisdom
With your cursed kin

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