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Morality and truth are fragile flowers

A wolf made lambs abandon their shepherd

A star is falling into the burning sea

A sign of freedom or approaching grief

Blazing the trail through cold and darkness

Holding a torch in a bare hand

Forgetting the place that we departed

Forever, for good, until the end

And there were folks

And there were paths

And there were tongues and words to say

Evil looks

Infamous betrayals

A dagger so sharp

That remembers the throats it cut

Contempt, aversion, hysteria.

Insanity is always here

Your silhouette is fading

The distance is vast

Unanswered echoes

Appease my mind

Holding a torch in a bare hand

Forever, for good, until the end

Seven seals no longer matter

Witch’s bird opened its cursed beak

Witnessing the slowly falling order

Of life and death

Divine and hellish deeds

Blazing the trail in the land of suffering