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Walk the barren land of

Devotion and denial

Mirages of eternal

Salvation of the mind

Well… life is but eternal

Old visions of the past carry the toll

Through the garden of shadows

Walk anointed for crimes (of times past)

In this night of spectre

Past transgressions are nearly forgot

You would think that the norm in this place

Is to carry the weight for the lost and insane

You'd assume that the illest of men

Would devour the flesh of the holier than

Well… life is but eternal

All preachers of the land

Creatures of old

Well… fall into eternal

Old visions of the past carry the toll

As you lay in this seamingless bed

White tapestry asphodel

Coming to as you learn that soon

Your existence would be consumed