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A herd will seek solace,

in the hours of darkness...

Where the sun rise,

will never reach them...

I, watch the stars and seek constellations...

Speckled skyline...

of the night...

And i'll raise...

a fire to light the skies...

a pyre that burns...

to awaken the gods...

a fire...

a fire to light the skies...

Lest the rain dowse the flames...

At the brink of the void...

the herd will cower...

afraid to look over the edge...

never to know the glory in falling...

the glory in falling...

Hollow (hollow)

Black (black)

Nothingness (nothingness)

Consumption.

Every fibre.

Emptiness.

In which you are the opposition.

In which you are the enemy...

Strike yourself down...

Rise above your being,

and raise a fire...

Raise...

a fire to light the skies...

A pyre that burns...

A fire...

A fire to light the skies...

lest the rain, dowse the flames...