| A serpent coils once more, the eye unblinking and vacant
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| As clouds tumble, broken from the sky as if pierced by golden spears
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| A silent voice cries out in mute elation
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| A memory of sound, eclipsed by the howling of gods
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| Ealdgast, older than time
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| The voice of the soill beckons me home
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| We beseeched the wisfom of the gods
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| But our words died amid the chasm of silence
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| Their voices choked in subjugation
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| Smothered beneath veils of seductive deceit
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| Yet still I stand, bloodied but unbroken
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| By my own hands I forged my fate
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| In defiant mockery of the heavens
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| The wind speaks to me once more
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| And the gods scream my name |