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This is obsidian, the grip of Winter uncoiled
A lover would me
down and sworn to the dark

Take the where devils speak
"God is dead"

The wealth of
Inside you, you "now"
senses corrupted
Controlling a will

Take the road where devils
"God is dead"

In the of my eye
You are tearing from bone

Led the blind in to find
A to the sun
Saw the signs
And me all my sins

No stigmas revealing our
And there are no stigmas revealing our

God is