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Cast upon the cobbles

Clothed amidst the filth

Mocked by thunder

Spat upon by brigands

This odyssey hath come to an end

Lowly sing the fires ov man

Cursed to dwindle upon the winds

That tell ov advent drear

Torn from rapture once so content

How I wish to dispel the fear

And dream ov days long gone by

Hersey they claim, my edict be damned

These visions my burden, this madness I bear

This reckoning’s upon us, for our time hath passed

Yet it is I who laments

Only I who laments!

Lowly sing the fires ov man

Cursed to dwindle upon the winds

That tell ov advent drear

Torn from rapture once so content

How I wish to dispel the fear

And dream ov days long gone by

In the clutches ov irons I now make my home

Screams adrift among the hills, lost to the winds

Cries to be doomed upon the ore ov these walls

How I long to be free

For this realm’s veil is rent

May the Laylines gush forth

The dead semen ov gods

From the blackened depths

Bleed this feeble world…bleed…BLEED!