| Seize my blood and drink to love; |
| heed what can’t be heard
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| Runic suns and raven odes; |
| revere the burning earth
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| My sacrifice in crimson tide; |
| conveyed for saintly pledge
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| Gleaned and raised in silver cup; |
| and placed mid open legs
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| Forth the path of sullied grime; |
| an ode is being sung
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| The wintry cloak that veils the soil; |
| departs before the sun
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| Within the heart of blazing snow; |
| the sky with rose is dressed
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| Let’s rouse the flame that once was doused; |
| and capture life from death
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| Sterling ear retained with life; |
| transfixed before the strife
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| Glean its grains when grown and ripe; |
| and drain its bracing vitae
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| Where passion roars and sense unites; |
| the war will soon be won
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| The quest for life transcends beyond; |
| and falls beneath the sun
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| Flame of life retained outside; |
| the range of grasping hands
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| For ardency it glistens bright; |
| in yearn for reprimand
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| Legion quest to douse its light; |
| with credence and by plea
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| But midst the crop that sprouts to ripe; |
| I plant another seed
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| Ere the sun before the sow; |
| euphoria betrothed
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| By blood and wine converged for boon; |
| I’m drunken in the snow
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| See maidens' stray by altars' bare; |
| awaiting love’s avail
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| See signs of peace revert to life; |
| see victory prevail |