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Under coldest star we rise,

worlds are lost before your eyes

For each step no shade no scars

Faded Gods grasp broken shards

Long Gone from your home

Whispers slowly beckon us

And I won't cry your name

Empty into Void Spiritus Mundi

A sky stainless throws A

Reach of marrow bones and lilies

Into silent spaces we collide this knowing

Forever a sacrament of a bleeding sentience

A sinking rise Into the rotting rays of night

Descending an omittance

There we will find the burn of this existence

A mineral horizon of a truth

And so we will space this ephemeral a fixture,

And salute as we remember

What has already come to pass