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As you fall to the cold ground

your gaze reaches to the pale sky

Marked for death

Oblivion has painted you

Lie still, let the silence fall over you

In extremis

The stench of death emanates from you

in whirring clouds of despair

Breathe in mist of the demons

Brings an illusion of heaven

Tear your flesh with the sword of disease

And lay thee down to sleep

Upon the setting sun I rest my halo

Promise me my child you'll carry on

You drag asunder the breath of will

Step back and see with your eyes

Continue falling you know you will

Deliver certain demise

Destroy your mind with attractive disease

Beyond the reach of the righteous

Upon the setting sun I rest my halo

Promise me my child you'll carry on

Into the horizon worlds become memories

And we are left with the ashes of wisdom

Berated by the recollection

You must never choose to follow me