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Nourisher of ancient lands soon to be depleted of all life

Kiss the cold winter goodbye and reveal the tents of your ascension

Healing wounds of emptied hands will cauterize

Leaning towards the abyss of a man-made paradise

Caught in the flare of our impending dawn

Ashes of a home

Carried with the flow

Babylon

Aglow tonight for it burns the eternal flame of opulence

Blood in the wool

The venom runs deep within you, delivered are the feeble

Weaker by the hour

And growing used

To everlasting afflictions

Long stigmatized

Our cries erase the blood that soiled this flag

Ambitions running low

Exile far below

There is a force of hidden nature still blurring the lines of all that’s sacred

Reaching for the eye that lurks within

Vigil to those in ties of kindred

Behold!

The limb that binds us all as one

As one host of the same home

One hostage of the same God —

Greed

Vile is the man that drills the oceans

For he cares not of his demise

Until it’s gone…

I inherit the salt of the earth alone

Framed as a god in desolation

Rolling the dice to heed the calls

From a crumbling throne

I inherit the flies of the world alone

I carry the weight of a soul unredeemed

Hear my voice echo on

And soar to ends of the Earth

Frail and scarred

We’re finding our way across the edge of time

The course of redemption

For one sin of Nature’s own

Is the plight of a nomad

Through the unspeakable awe on him bestowed

The darker sap that now

Drips from the thighs of our mother

Will soon quench the thirst

On those who seek a place in the throne

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