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In poverty of the soul

Night the limbs wept

In peril all shadows halt

That all flesh failed

The teeth of time gnaw aloud

Born of times past

Reciting a sanguine script

Etched on death's grief

Drag from beauty all the blood that melted our truth

Deadness hangs from beneath the breath of forever

For the Sabbath sleeps below a vault unhallowed

Sheltered, shrouded, scorn of lightning; The void caressed

From the holy tree shaken

Night falls to earth

Like the waves that bled the moon

In her vast glow

Drag from beauty all the blood that melted our truth

Deadness hangs from beneath the breath of forever

For the Sabbath sleeps below a vault unhallowed

Sheltered, shrouded, scorn of lightning; The void caressed