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Down below the drift under the light of the cold moon

That shines like falling ice

Where the shake’s tales beat like drums against the earth

A low and mournful hymn

And the palm leaves hush the begging goats and pigs

Like a reassuring ghoul

There beats a new heart, in spice and soil

Ohhhhhh the Damned moaned

Now time moves by the sons of the black birds

Like a choir of rabid hens

And the fallen sing with dark black eyes

That nearly tell their tale

Lost in the eddies of the slowest tides

Courting mournful tones

That cling to the narrow curves of our skulls

And guide us ever on Ohhhhhh the Damned moaned

Bring with you all of your songs, all of your death dreams

Awaken all of your living bones to every living thing

Bring with you all of your drones, all of your gold strings

And swing all of your bells for every living thing

Bring with you all of your songs, all of your death dreams

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