| Fu inlé; |
| these clouds bode ill
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| From the earth we ran out;
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| That eve, that heralded night
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| For Man came knocking at our doors
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| Sank teeth within our homes
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| In those quiet hours
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| Where the elil ruled
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| The sky, the ground, our thoughts
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| We prayed for pity
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| But received none
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| We gasped for breath
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| But no breath came
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| Forgive us el ahrairah!
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| Prophet of two faces;
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| Deceitful, delirious
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| Right hand of embleer frith
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| Bore down on us all
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| Scattering minds like skeleton leaves
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| Hrair thethuthinnang
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| Weak willed we were, incoherent
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| Frith the lagging star
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| Hung on pitch fork lies
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| Weak willed we were, incoherent
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| Slay him down
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| Deific abhorrence
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| Slay him down
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| Frith lies still in charred soil
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| We silflay upon his bones
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| Dance in his carrion eyes
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| Tare his flesh with ideas
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| Bore within him like worms
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| Bore within him like worms
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| Frith the lagging star
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| Hung on pitch fork lies
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| Weak willed we were, incoherent
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| Slay him down
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| Embellished with
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| Caustic runes
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| Buried cities
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| Burrow graves
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| We stand in
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| Ragged rows
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| Tharn Eyes sullen with loss
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| Disembodied he wanders the wastes
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| Three headed elil
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| Frith, ahrairah, inlé
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| Baying for our heed
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| Cloying at our arms
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| Eyes wet with tears
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| But we will not cry for you
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| We will not cry for you
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| We march in atrophy
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| His hands still claw and swoon
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| Sombre we tread
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| In quiet regress
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| Amidst the fallen
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| Friend and fetid foe
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| Their blood smears as one
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| And so our cause is whole
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| Warrens yawn wide
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| Engulf us all in tow
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| We will lie here
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| Beside these vanquished souls
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| We never ceased feeling
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| We only opened our eyes
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| Ended half said prayers
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| This fallen lord we vilify |