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The low light of infested veins

Pushing me on with mysterious purpose

Ancient theatre

Sceneries of war

Behemoths withered

Climb the mountains made of spines

Machinery of endless sleep

Dying light, the edge of the horizon

Yearning to be seen

Hollow the mind

The ever mourning vessel

Attached to the orb

Making my way through the maze of wasted giants

Killing time

Climb the mountains made of spines

Machinery of endless sleep

Dying light, the edge of the horizon

Yearning to be seen