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Born of fire, I will exist in every disregarded corner of this realm

As my path opens, I fear for the man who stands to oppose me in the long-foretold

Ever forgotten dead of the night

I wander this realm cursed by memory, reborn to mourn blood and Hell beneath

Welded together in flame, false eternity

Blessed to arise, with a final chance to scorch thy temple and return to everything

Bathing in flames to remember the ire

Wielding this lance with awakened desire to shower this temple with sparks and drench them in smoke

I can taste it now

The repeating cinema of frantic sheep sprinting aimlessly within the pyre

I wander this realm cursed by memory, reborn to mourn blood and Hell beneath

Welded together in flame, false eternity

Blessed to arise, with a final chance to scorch thy temple and return to everything

My blood shall be restored in the vessel of the five realms

I cannot die; I will outlast them all

I exist where the winds cannot travel

I can taste it now

With the heads of kings strung on my back, the scorpions sing to thee

Forth into black from the winterine hand of that soulless dog

A leader of wolves, banishing hundreds to their frigid tomb

Death's cold hand

Death's cold hand born of a frozen star

I wander this realm cursed by memory, reborn to mourn blood and Hell beneath

Welded together in flame, false eternity

Blessed to arise, with a final chance to scorch thy temple and return to everything

My blood shall be restored in the vessel of the five realms

I cannot die; I will outlast them all

I have writhed in flame since the day you were taken

Oh plight

Oh fire

I will not rest until I see you again

To trudge across this land, with their ashes on my back, is to live only to bring you back

I will not rest until you are restored