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Our hollow bones, mere flutes to the wind

Once learnt, all roads lead to ruin

Pathways they become overgrown

We all once bow to the same tone

Shreds of will and shreds of faith

Devoured by rust are blade and plate

The night's hunger for dying light

Draws to shadows the remains of life

Fading the echo of eight hoove's gait

Ears stay deaf to every new tale

In birth we are draped in death's grey veil

Forced to follow the shadowed trail

Return to earth to dream and decay

Forget this march of fear and fey

For soon your strength will fail and break

Soon your life's weak flame shall fade