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Sightless, restless time's remainder

 Frustrated, clouded days that pass

 Escape - a legion's growing hunger (for the)

 bleak signs of a pale reprieve

 No Elysian scenery or the

 Vine fruits of victories

 The frail souls behind the veil

 Their grey eyes - grip our fears

 Dead souls beyond all needs

 Hands grasp for their sins to shrive

 Don’t let lie

 Don’t let it lie