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When the stabbed Land languished

And lays on the sleepless cold violet

The dead spirits congregate hither

Spread over like trespass during love

We have seen what never exists

Dreamed in life and slept over the violet

Hist puissant wordsmith,

Stop writing our history

Have you seen an onslaught!

Overpassed in vain ?

As the circle coats all mortals

Demise takes everything

The atrocity of winter is aroint

And the violet is indect

Hist prithee wordsmith,

Please write our tales

In this day of our doom

We have reached the gates of insanity

Our crucifixion lays within us

We witnessed the martyrization and resurrection

And believed in those who passed away in vain.

Believed in those who died with no guilt.