The quivering of a lost beating heart,
Loses it's melody, a song.
Aloft from a quivering start;
Dusk, where it belongs.
Yet naught nigh nor eternal,
Shall be forever alone,
Engulfed in life's infernal;
Bowing our heads, we atoned.
Though this heart melody cease;
We rage wars:
Triumph to the Beast
On bloodshed shores.
Our reflection's shown
in the bloodstained sands,
Of our sins alone,
Held in pierced hands.
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