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Fatherless son, walking this path through the trees

Calling out for kinship, this realm devours my soul

With the smell of the night still lingering on the leaves

I walk, yet I am still, the abyss once more takes its toll

Wandering shell, decaying cadaver in the form of a man

Passing through the world, dead eyed and death-bound

Searching for comfort in the realm of forgotten lands

As the Summer moon passes, we again remove the shroud