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To leave behind nothing, an offering is made

The voices around me, I cry as they all fall

To have nothing left, this soul is my offering

Witness this pain, feeding on my soul

Witness this pain, feeding for our soul

Witness this pain, no longer alone

The mountain hums with secrets

In a tongue I shouldn’t know

The wind becomes a choir

No place left to hide

Under skies that burn like fire

Harrowed by the sight

Fate is sealed

Night has made my soul it’s home

Ravens swarm

Above me

Endlessly.