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Can`t we see the conjunction in the sky

Can`t we see the fires in the sky (...burn for me)



Whore - cry havoc (...insult the true)

Solemn exultation - harbinger of moulder

The pits I roam, the pits I've gone to smoulder



Gone with the sea

of the we

for the brood to be



Call within the night

for the light

of the wicked sight



Destination - unknown

Conjunction - silent moan

I scoured this hotbed of my Flames so many years and more

Torn out eyes and heart, bloody fingers reach the core



Remembrance of grief

My shades unrelieved

Embers of yore

Thieves of my soul



Gone with the sea

of the we

for the brood to be



Call within the night

for the light

of the wicked sight



Destination - unknown

Conjunction - silent moan

I scoured this hotbed of my flames so many years and more

Torn out eyes and heart, bloody fingers reach the core