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Cursed be the seas of judgment

These empty spaces unknown to me

I seek through the oceans of shifting sands

For the words that offer remedies

Floating cold under the sun

Struggling to rise above

To navigate through this blood dimmed world

Trespassing holy grounds

Higher and higher where hearts grow black

Dead cold flames coil around the sun

As above so it shall be below

Blessed be those bound in black destiny

See the shapes of the dead cold sun

Twisting

Burning in the horizon

Empty and cold the shadows fall

Drawing down the face of the sun

Flames of fever burn the herd of believers

Hiding the face of the sun