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Long have I sought any peace on borders long shut

Every mile of soul you cede are barren fields of ruts

Severe my arm weak ensnared, shackles trembling tear

Rather yield me final release than weak demise by thousand cuts

God given sight and divine seed

Witness child grown and cut down

Like forsaken autumn wheat

Sooner see my breed stillborn

What we had was eternity

Truths we carve row ever dim

For dehth all dominion be

Shrines laid waste on season's whim

Grant me dark

Scorn the light of life

Grant me dark

Scorn the light of life

Father be damned, mother be cursed

If there was a god, or bloody herd

From void us you tore, now void us return

To hell with life and hell in we burn