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Stomping steps of storms shroud the shrine of charade.

Countess of Gander, oh goddess I beg,

grant me the freedom to keep her another day

Time is not a count with rotting puppets starring stage.

Fate cannot be conquered when her words are on the page.

How can I pretend this is not the end.

Taken away so young, I cannot protect you now.

Darkness is here.

How can I lend you my soul?

How can I bargain with time?

Through blood and power the veil is broken.

Suffocated by the tears in my eyes.

I offer my sight, take me instead,

She’s only a child, I plead.

I can see them rotting on a canvas stained in fear.

Hate becomes objective when submission curves conceal.

What will we become when there is nothing left to burn?

Jade is calling, she’s aborted and sedation will return.

How can I pretend this is not the end.

Taken away so young, I cannot protect you now.

Darkness is here.

How can I lend you my soul?

How can I bargain with time?

Through blood and power the veil is broken.

My lonely soul… fading in your arms…

Carry me into the light, it’s time to let me go.

Goodbye… My angel.