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To Thee, thy course by lot is given

Guilt breeds suspicions

and deceptions

From Eden to contemporary times

Charge and strict watch must

be made

Ageless task

A Burden of Penance

For centuries to come

Through me

you go into the city of grief

Through me

you go into the pain that is eternal

Through me

you go among people lost

Abandon hope, all ye who enter

Lifeless eyes

Ever vigil

Exanimate Gaze

that is our tyrant and enemy

Take it, my love

Let this knife lead you to us

Make you well again