And the sky is full of blood
In towering rage
Dying birds... They grasp my arms
And the human heart
Obedience and devotion
Pray'n curse
A shadow in knowledge
Pure inferno inside of me
In sharpness lie the trees
My flesh is the eldest sorrow
Black Blood raised
The sky , maybe clear
On too low a throne
Black blood raised
Centuries fall
Like twinkling shadows upon me
And my blood crushes their ardour.
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