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We have been given the cold insight to see

Where impure and stained Icons shine clean

Clean from the mockery of seedless our muted concious awaken

Through which we shift and rise to regain our stolen Craft

For any scheme to rise the holy schemes to chain the seeds of concealed might

Might we've drawn from darkness the dormant king resides within

And grim our gardens be within the dormant realm

And grim our prayers be within the dormant realm