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Ride through the torrential dimness

Obscuring the faces of the slain

Rapidly passing qualms without a second thought

Far above the eye has seen

Blood soaked and torn asunder

Fragrance of victory scattered about

In the cries of the dead night sky

The father waits

Holly laden and distended

The son returns to reclaim his right

Internally apart watching with tribute

Now a dream in the dead night sky

The Norns weep as the ship sets sail

Flames reclaim their right

The father observes, the ashes scattered

Across the Dead Night Sky