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I walk through the darkest lands,

Fed by a never-ending rain.

My breath spits a spectral veil,

Ghostly halos swallowed by obscurity.

Never-ending rain,

My diurnal vision distorted by the Moon’s majesty.

Ghostly halos...

The distant trees are dancing,

Disarticulated silhouettes restless by the night’s winds.

I fall into the pit of nonsense,

Gate to a world of ashes … inherited

My thoughts are consumed by a pyre of sadness,

As the darkness shrouds my soul.

I witness the funeral of an Age.

I fall into the pit of nonsense,

Gate to a world of inherited ashes,

Where all my fears are swallowed

By several tongues of shadows and fire,

Yearning unseen.

Gate to a world of ashes … inherited,

My thoughts are consumed by a pyre of sadness.

I witness the funeral of an Age.