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I feel the cold caress my skin

Withered beauty

Slained by the essence of time

As the ages turn

in my tempest

I reach my prime

In a darkened shrine

it was blood fire and iron that wrote our history

where others have failed from lack of power

Strength prevailed and will always remain

I find what I was searching for all along

It contained oblivious profanities

Voices from the void

Spit out their serpent poetry

I had no power to resist

As it got a hold of my entire being.

Again that time will come as before throughout the ages

And the battle will rage on until one truth is damned to be scrutinized and another lie becomes true to the masses that are waiting

They want the head from traitors

But just before they used to listen to them

It is always the promise of gold that lures them in