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Thrown into the corner of civilization…
Exiled from the womb of our nation.
Drawn from the resplendent hues of soft Veridian…
Reduced to ashen plains of obsidian.

Severed from my land and spread across the sky,
across the western sea, I raise my tattered banner to the sky.

I carve a name for myself in this stone,
Even though this enclave will never be my home.
(and) We will lay our blades in a capsule for our sons.
May they be more brave; heroes on a golden throne.

Thrown into the corner of civilization…
Exiled from the womb of our nation.
Drawn from the resplendent hues of soft Veridian;
Reduced to ashen plains of obsidian.

I know not with my mind what is stirring in my heart,
But my breath holds me upright as this longing tears my soul apart.

Fading from my mind, the inner landscape of the past
now transforms into the place that I am cast.
This shell that has been stolen, with vacant eyes to wit,
shall never let you in to my spirit.

Drawn from the resplendent hues of soft Veridian;
Reduced to ashen plains of obsidian.

You cannot take my home.
You cannot take my soul.
You cannot take my kindred, or your fucking head will roll.

Rolling in the grass on the hills within my mind's eye,
My imminent return is nigh.
A return to the resplendent hues of soft veridian,
Away from ashen plains of obsidian.

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