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Dusk falls, red skies

Time to review the lies

Faces haunt their dreams

Drags them downstream

Living ghosts in expiation

Grimace of retribution

Shelter of the pious

Home of dying truths

The sacrilege of evil deeds

Is pardoned and burned like weed

Let the sinners bear the cross

Reach forgiveness at any cost

Minds at a loss

Heavy stones gathering moss

Crying as the heavens gleam

Down in the monastery

From their faults the spirits flee