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Light shattered by the grip of a dream

One thousand miles in the woods, unseen

Dead flesh in the bed where you sleep

See the lust outpour from me

Torches blaze in reflection at the stream

Reaper at the gates and the valley mourns green

Hate covering the depth in-between

See my aura arisen from the trees

Hunger of the night still stalking,

Eyes gaze upon the land I’m walking

Where the stars no longer gleam

Chariots guide you home on a moonbeam

Spirits chant and dance on a lake,

Face turns red, arms start to shake

Strange ones sing at the gate,

Their songs have sealed my fate