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Mark the hour

For it bears the end and shape of things to come

Leashed twinborn hearts, flesh an blood

Who will raise the blade to set them apart?

Traitor!

Life to take, bond betrayed

Traitor!

Mere flesh and blood, flesh and blood

Shorn disdain

Trust worn in vain

Let one thing be shed

That ever did us chain

Shrive me not

Repentance long stoked for the lack of hope

Absolve me not, deeds worthy of god

What will fathom the law, the righteous facade?

Bovine mortal line

Prey to kith malign

As world is the smoke

Fire is the will of mine