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Torn apart

Hungry for blood

Unfurling wings to the light

Bolder than lust

Colder than rime

Shaped in the mud

Of this barrow of grime

In this barrow of grime

Older than time

His doubt is fleeting

Perfectly still

Impassive visage

Imperious will

His mind is a curse

Emboldened by terrible times

But what's left to refine

But what's left to refine

Older than time

Tell me what do

You cannot see me I

Tell me what

I am I must

I cannot know not see

Do you see

Arriving

Blackened

Heaven

Dying

Emerge

I'm wicked north

Ruiner of birth

Fuck the earth

I am wicked north

Emerge

Tell me what do you see

I must know I can't see

Tell me

I must know

What you see

Purveyor of all grief and pain and misery

I must know

What you see

Dancing to the final battle