No Fear Shall Blind an Eye,
With a Clenched Blade Hilt in Hand.
Commit Thine Heart and Perish the Lie,
My Pierced brow Stains, the Sand of our Stand.
The Day Must Fall into the Crimson Sky,
A Reckoning is coming, A Spoken Command.
As Dawn into Darkness, ”The One” shall Surely Die,
Then His Awakening, The Illumination Foretold to be Grand.
Search Deeply Your Laden Heart that no one may buy,
All Time Has an End, And Your Life He will Demand.
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