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Thine dreams unfolded into a nightmare.

Ages pass and my spirit shall roam,

Forth in the nether realms,

Ye, the very black fabric of existence.

Fading now, pain, sorrow

Thou hast achieved,

The darkest martyrdom of hurt

But know'st in the hearts of those,

We see thine essence,

Though it be scattered

We usher it through

Ye Great Duke Murmur,

That thou might join

Him in his great legions