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drink deep
deem not my spirit fled
over mountains, through the years
for we have lain beneath a living veil
that whispers of the world
buried, but not forgotten
buried in tombs of blackened oak
return to this forgotten grove
by time and light transformed
smultronstället, wet with thinning blood
to taste the fruit long forlorned
left to lie, but not to die
left to lie on skeletal remains
beneath the veil, we have waited
beneath this living veil we have lain
those who decry dark masses
fear to summon what will not be tamed
fear to summon what can't be contained

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