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There's an absent of light, a hunger towards eternity

And a chained, primordial nature unleashed

From the womb of ash, to the stronghold of silence

The bloodlines of the past, the ashes of hope

Towards the horizon and beyond, into deeps and below

With the mark of the north, scarred to the bones

The chalice of past, the deep flames to aspire

The empty starlight subliming the blind

And outshining the pyres of the fallen ones

A thousand lifetimes, that has streamed to waste

The statues of stone and fire, the thrones of ash

The ever burning darkness, the luminous shadows

Towards the womb of primordial nature

The ardent souls roaming, towards the core

Casting the shadows, the deep abyss rising

The nature's strength and the firm touch of mortality

Fading into the womb of primordial nature