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Hawkish eyes

Upon the nobles

Just who is the first demise?

Clenched fists

Tighten the belts

Contorted lies

The heat is rising

Sands to glass

Skeletal songs blossoming

Like the black smoke

They offer flesh and blood

The heat is rising

If the sun cannot produce our desire

Then our hands surely will

Sands to glass

Skeletal songs blossoming

With black smoke

Eat of flesh, drink the blood