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Were chilled by the selfishness light

Under habitations in eternal night

Gathered around blazing homes alone

To feel once more life in the bones

Death

Dwelt within the eye, the brows of men, chins upon their clenched hands

Pain

Funeral piles with a dull sky, past of a past world in demise

Earth

With curses cast down upon the dust, rotting bones but still wishes and lust

Men

Themselves in gloom, no hope was left, all earth was but thoughts of death

The dying embers of an altar-place holy things

For an unholy usage, with cold skeleton hands

Blew for a little life, and made a flame

And nothing just darkness and graves