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The wind closed eyes

In lies the tribe's iron hand

Gripping color

Dripping salted water

Without the Sun

We merge our paths

Thy picture birthed only in blight

The horns formed in matching peril

The River carries victims of my lasting betrayal. A ritual forced upon me.

Hymns carried

Answered with silence, begetting an unparalleled emptiness. Was he ever here... or is the winter’s howl emerging from the opposite direction?

Where could the remnants of the shattered aether be scattered

Is my blood tied to these wilted scriptures?

There screams no sound louder than nothingness

The wind closed eyes

In lies the tribe's iron hand

Gripping color

Dripping salted water

Without the Sun

We merge our paths

Thy picture birthed only in blight

The horns formed in matching peril

The River carries victims of my lasting betrayal. A ritual forced upon me.

Hymns carried

Answered with silence, begetting an unparalleled emptiness. Was he ever here... or is the winter’s howl emerging from thee?

Answered with silence, begetting an unparalleled emptiness. Was he ever here... or is the winter’s howl emerging from the opposite direction?

Impending uprising fulfilled when I discovered death's dry hand.

Stepping out into the snow the chill caresses my hair. Following the voice to encounter thy embrace.

An offering of flesh

A sacrifice of memories

Plunge the ashen blade through the chest of my origin. Tear tendons to reach the vessel

Surgical discovery of the ancient ones

To the glyphs I raise my hand

Plunge the ashen blade through the chest of my origin.

Hooded father I cry upon the altar

I repeat your message in circles