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Red flame begging to burn

Urges infernal

Red sands falling in turn

But now is eternal

Red horse blinding my path

In night’s violet hour

Red sun low in the ash

Let fate take the tower

Guide my hand through fiend and foe

Grant them peace I long to know

Gorge my blade on blood and skin

I feel nothing going in

Waging war upon the sun

Death beholden overcomes

Sands of time begat by stone

Standing still you fall alone

Brace thine hand my timely foe

Grant me peace I long to know

Gorge myself on blood and skin

I feel nothing going in