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King of cold in a land of hopelessness

Slaves serve in miserable depths

A sound echoing across the caverns

For thousands of years

Stars in the sky

Form a door

"May I pass?

I shall become"

Asks the peasant

Crying toward the holy one above

Must not say its name

You are its next offering

Guilty of blasphemy

Perform, conform

Gloom

I shall serve

A sentence

Uncontrollably numb

To the chalice

I crawl, in agony

In its presence

Misery conquers all

Love lies beneath the ground

Stars in the sky

Form a door

"May I pass?

I shall become"

Asks the peasant

Crying toward the holy one above

I shall become, I shall become, I will be numb

I shall become, I shall become, I will be numb

Must not say its name

You are its next offering

Guilty of blasphemy

Perform, conform