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Behold, the crown of withered majesty,
A coronation for a dishonored dominion
This sacrament to serve infernal shadow,
In the name of a disgraced savior

Brandish the crux, symbol of deception,
The sigil of a broken, banished holy spirit
Praise of the obscure, in crypts of holiness,
Adoration for the dead, sworn to the obscene

Black vast shadows tower above;
Still dead across pallid snowscapes;
Where frost devoured flesh;
Life flows like sand through it's hands
As the shadows merge and twist,
Like curses cast upon twilight,
Wailing prayers ascend to sorrow,
And the frozen effigy shatters

Who ever told you,
That only the living feel hate?

Here, in the presence of the holy one,
Shades caress the saviour's mortal wounds.
Yet when ancestral howling shadows call forth,
Our burning hearts behold the ancient eclipse

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