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Over a myriad of winters

I, haunted by howling lullabies

A burning inferno in my infantile forge

Deformed my vitreous corpus

A glowing needle of faith

Sewed shut my Eyes of doubts

A giant forge hammer in my hands

I stand guard at sun and moon

Over my rotten childhood

A layered dungeon of fear

Raised up to cliffs at my unendurable blackened sea

Out of this gaping wound they creep out

As starving maggots from a dried-out carcass

Resurrected creatures I cut in pieces

Knee-deep in their freshly skinned flesh

Frantically, incessantly I forged the iron

For thousands of coffins

Heaviest steel overloaded with their bloody bones

To exile them over the cliffs back into my blackest sea

Ignite the fire

Tend the fire

I infuriate the burning flame

Raise the hammer

Strike the hammer

I forge the iron to heaviest steel

Slay the creature

Skin the creature

I throw the bones on the steel

Fill the coffin

Exile the coffin

Over the cliffs