| Prostrate we are
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| On bended knee and foreheads pressed against the earth
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| Stained with blood
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| The altar is crimson yet the soils remain unslaked
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| Before the vastness of the megalith
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| Under the glare of a thousand veiled stares
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| So much more needed
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| More to be given to those beneath
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| Present thy fragile forms
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| Surrender… Supplicant
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| Enshrine in roots, the first ones scream out
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| A demand for vengeance
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| A clarion call that resonates
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| Throughout that cold void of forgotten epochs
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| In silent serried ranks we move
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| To the colossal pulse of the unknowable
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| Yielding
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| Willing
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| This malleable swarm
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| Compelled to carve remembrance
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| Harbingers of sundered generations
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| Slaves to a forgotten will
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| 'Casting our gaze to the star-studded skies whilst our souls
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| Bleed into the thirsty earth — yet silent they remain
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| The keening wails of the singers of the summoning songs
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| Remain unanswered, unheard. |
| Yawning abyss, lifeless heavens
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| Unheeding but our supplication endears, the need for sacrifice
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| Resonates and echoes throughout generations
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| Before us and generations to come
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| Shriveled wastelands tremble
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| To the remorseless march of the lost
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| Shackled in chains of surrender
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| Slaves we are
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| On broken knees and foreheads driven into the earth
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| Drenched with blood
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| The altar is eternal |