| This night I hear the jackals
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| Baying to a desert god
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| In the dark, the growing whispers
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| Have begun tearing scars
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| The foul breath of Anubis
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| Breathes fire down my back
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| And the wolves have drawn nearer, begun coiling
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| For the coming attack
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| I yearned to see, but my eyes were already crystallized
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| I yearned to survive, but my fears had already materialized
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| Like serpents, this dark entangles
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| Ties me to the soil
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| And (even) the strangers in my reflection
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| Have begun to recoil
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| I yearned to cry, but the waters were already crystallized
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| I yearned to live, but my death had already materialized
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| Now the light no longer blinds me
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| Your dying gods, they cannot bind me
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| And as I exit this human aisle
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| I greet my hangmen with a smile
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| And to the wolves at my door
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| Prolong this suffering no more
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| With your fangs come and this strife
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| And erase my name from the Book of Life |