Winds of cold keep breathing strong
Through the rain over the urnfields
Within the storm, memories carried within the wind
In distant nights, at distressed fields
I turn my eyes in sorrow
Fields of man-made scaring pain, fields of emptiness
Within the wind, they fall apart

My storm of hatred
Hatred carries my belief

Starched Christ for a descending race
My blasphemy lasts eternal

Torture
Thy flame of torture lasts eternal

Across their fields
Within the wind
Never seen

As they wander
As the fly
As they sail

Through ancients forests
Darkened skies
Forgotten seas

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