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Sense the embers dying

Asleep beneath the skies

Awakened from the frost setting in

As the planets realign

Cast into the open

We'll find our way

As leaves upon the water

Only the tide can rearrange

Returning to the winter

No shelter for the sworn

Erecting wooden crosses to the judged

Awaiting the arrival of the storm

There's a writing at the scepter

Bloody serpents at the throne

When the wicked are the chosen

We must break all of our oaths