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O’ take flight, ye scorned and scarred

To dimensions known only to aberrants such as we are

Ire stirs against the sowers of sin

The infernal harrowing begins.

Raise broken blades

Grand lances adorned with rust

They carry the power, still

To crush devils’ bones to dust.

Though our deeds may go unseen

And spirits remain ever torn

Vindication is within our grasp

None shall be mourned.

Bereft of succor and bliss

The accursed firmament

No sacred voices abjure

The fiendish defile without relent

Thus, vengeance instills

To enkindle our souls once more

Awash in befouled blood

Our sanity is restored.

Our onslaught falters against a stark reflection

The unhallowed truth that we deny

Arrogance is the shameful mantle we wear

'Tis justice that in battle we are to die.

And so, we carve a path to absolution

Remove the wicked roots for revolution

Steeped in the bile of traducers and beasts

May we rise from our disgrace unto heavenly surcease.

And lo, a forgotten sun bears the warmth

Rejoice, for the battle is won.

Malediction shall ever seek subversion

Paradise lies obscured, but never undone.

The wonders of the heavens

Manifest in florid aurora

May all mortal flesh be redeemed

By this infernal harrowing in awe.