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Transfixion a sickle to the neck
Disfigured by the malady of man：
Time prevailing
A cross to bear our end
Finite our fascination
With death to behold
Our lives in consecration
We dwell in halls of the night
Transcending the path
With our crosses to bear
Transcending the path
Finite our fascination
With death to behold
Our lives in consecration
We dwell in halls of the night
Opened wide unto the core of our being
Poisoned minds in the gyre turning
Unlatched inside the gate is swinging
The pain subsides but the fire's still burning
A cross to bear
Perpetual
This sallow affair
Interminable
Intertwined and locked in despair
Obsessed with death the affliction we share
Gashing out the jaws the visceral sound
The heed the call
The call from the underground
Consciousness
Suspended in stone
The blackness
Calling us home
We are but sirens with our crosses to bear
And stones to cast out into the air
A faction bound by possession
A faction bound by aggression
Our cross to bear
Our cross to bear
Weight the burden
A cross to bear
