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What is this wolven mind with which ye gaze?
Your wielding's, now our spirits cleave,
Yet keep away from us the visions,
That from the skies hath come to thee.

That we in prison must in sorrow,
Sit and plot the sun's true course,
When then to us the lords of all,
May not the light of life disclose.

Must we be then a world's protector?
To those whose minds are weak, unfree,
Then shall this make us all here worthy?
To those whom the truth has been concealed.

Could now to us a bright sun sendeth,
Shine for those who long ago,
Were vapour covered, swathed in darkness,
Begotten, in unending night.

Yet death's dark shadow still endures.
For we who humbly still abide,
To this narrowed land, truths speaketh,
Which once for men were clear of mind.

In Darkness Begotten
In Darkness

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