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The wreath is borne
And Hell is nigh
There comes a storm
It carries night
Better find a cool
Place to lie
Unto a fool
There is no sleight
Sleight, sleight...

I can see the future now
As mirror bound to image:
The shifting realm
A slave to light
A visage twisted under silk

Like the moon reflecting nothing

This cybernetic armour
Rules itself
I'm only a mercenary
Can't you tell?
This isn't the time or place
For rebels
Gonna take my chances
In the trenches

I will never die
For you
Or me
But darling
I would kill

Titanic squall
Is crawling overhead
Herald to the aspect
Of separation
This is the mode
Of devastation

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