With your claw that severs hate
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With your cry that tears the wind
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Splitting where salt rains
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In your shadow the nights burn
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With the arrow of your eye you wound
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With the nerve of your nail you bleed
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In the cleft of the worlds you sleep
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From your shadow the nights are born
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In the gourd your echo rumbles
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In the smoke your reflection rises
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Your disguise longed for by the blind
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That stretches to the land of the dead
It seems that it's my end
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I who one day will descend
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With the dark fire of worship
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Voice of thunder, death in your roar