As the blood reaches the depths of the Earth
A chill arises from the East
It blows through us into the West

On the brown underside of dead oak leaves
Fallen in autumn form the great oak trees
Christs a lead forged within Khaos
A land of time and space irrelevance

Unknown to men what lies ahead
On this bittercold Night of air so dead
Bereft of his pleasures the Altered Face bled
And its blood poured down upon us

As the blood reaches the stars in the sky
A chill arises from the East
It blows through us into the West
Land of the head, where the sun sets

And gusts of wind stung his yes
From dust and Debris spilt from the skies
And the Heavens wept as if hypnotized
By the stake air flowing below us

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