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We fall

Victim to the arrow's thrust

No plate that covers chest

Shields this bastard child

The brother's sister bare him

Young enough to climb the walls

Old enough to never fall

He is pushed by the immoral

And handed to his death

Forbidden from nature with

Too light of eyes, too pale of skin

Incestuous sights will carry

Across each household of the north

Winter sets in freezing brittle bones

Children hold no regard in this age of silence

They eat the meat of the dog, skin the fur of bear

What torment do we share

It is the fall of night

Bringing the still of eyes

It is the walker's tongue

Ripping out our lies

Many sons will die

For human nature's crimes

Strangle the children

Die

Strangle children 'til eyes bleed

Mother takes the caps of knees

The bastard son encounters each of his graves

With a calm eyes and steady hand

Gutting this child of innocence

When did it come to this point of repulsion

This is our torment