Unproven ground
Yet old is the woe between us
Cast in bone
Is this the sum of hatred crossed?
Thus
You pile them high, your sired sins
And they rank a legion
Wretched whores you shrove
To the very heavens
Arched red rimmed above
Ramparts raised
As mask held before the fate
Argeirt draped
Yet hounds they bay forsaken gate
Thus
Braced walls of lie, your vesper skins
Fear holds swords leaden
Come the dark, horizons low
From the very heavens
Ash to fall like snow
None stands with you
None falls with you
None
Alone you will stand
Alone you will fall
Alone
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