the wind cast a ruin upon my soul.
the night is dying, yet we cursed the dawn, each mourning, upon a festering grave.
the moonlight has no shine through the doom.
the burning corpse of god shall keep us warm in the doom of howling winds
for we are a race from beyond the wanderers of night.
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