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The winds are turning

The skies get darker

The forest culls

And the cities bleed

I plowed the soil

And I sowed ghosts

I am allfather

I am the harvest

In the dead of night

Below the darkest skies

I fixed myself

With fallen stars

Feast while my body breaks

Feed on virtues and sin

Devils and Saints

Its all the same

So feast

It's all for the take

I wear the darkness

My thrusted armor

I fed the earth with blood and sweat

No rest for the wicked

No glory for heroes

As jealacy feeds the mouths of the weak

Its hard but its real

Im down here but I'm free