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Atonement of ichor

In our own Northern Sky

Bringeth thy star

And reach the darkspace

Project your mind

Into the flames

You are my loneliness

You are my anguish

Shatter the mask

Of truth you hold dear

See it pool

Around your feet

Trampled, disregarded

Mutter joy to seeth absurd light

Seek it

So strange

Watching

Anemic decay

It must be deserved

Watch us in time, stones of control

shall we never learn?

Hysterical denier

We see you for what you are

The trees ring true

In these cold dead woods

Roots intertwined

Saw white shiver

And the lightning red

In our own Northern Sky

What is it about this night?

In echoes infinite

It waits for many years

And then reflects me

But when I rest

In echoes

So cold and anguished