Forms of hate, Inhume to the blackwater gates Resound the hymn, Voice of Eden Enthroned Dominus Portraits of blood As the wax spills And stains the palms red
Imminent vengeance, With the thrusting of the blade. A salient presence. Be still, the stained. Of all the light we don't see, Comes the wrythe that will always be
Tearing away the flesh of this world Removing the grasp that you hold Howling winds beg for death Extinguish the fire that burns from within
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