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Blood mixed with mire, the fog never settled

My ears still ring and war calls the devil

Crawling over corpses as he piles up names

Bearing witness to souls the eternal one claims

A plea to the geavens, they're all mute cries

I call to the sky knowing soon my demise

Forbearance knows not my name

Among every worthless one that I have slain

No guardian, no ceremonial being

Another complex forged by the living

Life given unto thee, a plea unheard

No names etched at the sacred gate