A time that once was burning in depths
A time that withered the mind
Being venomous, blood
On a purified soil
Night on the edge of the day
Beholding the rising
Beholding these paths
A new aeon
Reaching the way out, away
Without finding it
Beholding the dance of shadows
In the cold nest of plague that spreads warmness into me
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