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Can you hear the howling on the night winds?

The wind hums from the cavity of the ruins

The Moon is on the rise

the dead ones speak my name

From far beyond the twilight realm

for I am the one who walks in solitude.

No tears are left to fall

I walk this land of graves

I embrace this realm of sorrow

My quest for dark solitude

the low winds sweep

Full of grief

This fireplace is starting to go out

Hearts like theirs are beating yet

Thy banished peace

Withering away