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Endless, turning wheel

Gnawing of the dead

Gnawing of the dead ideal

And spinning with no end

Flaying rotten flesh to build

A city draped in skin

A slow decay of life now joins

The blood of solemn wealth

Silver pools of moonlight, hush

Beyond our fallen reach

On skin cities, we are lost

May we shed the putrid meat

Forward to the bridge of gods

A different, tainted flesh

Turning wheel, now breaking free

Movement unto change

Rotting kings, drive loyal tombs

The massive, writhing yes

Transform from the chains of flesh

Ascend, the mind of steel

Falling dust returns to breathe

Decrepit self remains

I left my form of hated blood

And fear for my return

No more joy is draped in flesh

The broken wheel is still

And all the skin has died, it falls

Of rebirth at its end