Our hollow bones, mere flutes to the wind
Once learnt, all roads lead to ruin
Pathways they become overgrown
We all once bow to the same tone
Shreds of will and shreds of faith
Devoured by rust are blade and plate
The night's hunger for dying light
Draws to shadows the remains of life
Fading the echo of eight hoove's gait
Ears stay deaf to every new tale
In birth we are draped in death's grey veil
Forced to follow the shadowed trail
Return to earth to dream and decay
Forget this march of fear and fey
For soon your strength will fail and break
Soon your life's weak flame shall fade
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