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On mountains cold and high

Under crimson skies

Where the blowing winds

Are running wild

Forlorn, forgotten, forsaken

Alone, you will reap what you sow

Guide me through the night

And lead me to the light

Walking on bloodsoiled grounds

Hear the baying of the hounds

Lost in isolation

Blind bleeding the blind

Waiting for salvation

Nothing more to find

I rather walk alone in darkness

Than to be lost in fear

Born from sin destruction within

Bringing death to the world

Consuming chaos filling emptyness

Far beyond the gates of hell

Cleansing bodies of desolation

Concealing the sight of human waste

Solo

Forlorn, forgotten, forsaken

Alone you will reap what you sow