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Accepting your offering and we bleed on

Dull reflections of your glory gone

Disguised in pitch, displeasure fades

Unrest sets in, the day escapes

Pain invades the proper

We've found three of these sorrowful mysteries

And again the sound spawns suffering

The sky represses your names,

plant your feet into the horror of shame

Our devil's cross, it rips your throat

Forcing truth beneath the tri-skull symbol