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The light slowly dimmed

And I turned into the devil

Possessed by cold night air that filled my lungs

I heard the echoes of cries

From sullen distant places - unknown

The darkness overcame me

I had but no reply

Choked on tears of grief

Under his watchful eye

My blood falls as rain

The night-sky sings in praise

Frozen there in solitude

The cold air lifts me up

To watch as his kingdom falls

And in its place revealed

A sunken hole of ash

I stain myself in its remains

Taking my blood, I mix it with the ash

And form an idol to sorrow

Placing it before the giant yew tree

My eyes close, I exhale Satan’s spirit

The dead of winter reign here

As the soil beneath turns grey

As the ash sinks in

Nothing will be raised in its place

The church of old, fallen in flames

My idol to the unholy

Was burned beneath that tree

And spread plague throughout

The land of christ’s wretched sheep

Crushed by darkness and eternal black misery