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Cold empty space
Need to touch (present life)
Thy life is none
For thy soul burns
Hate for will
My grief will be avenged
Bailing the grass
Flaying
Timeless grasp
Flaying
Smolder the bones
Horror on the stones
Roped hands
Are raking air
Slight of life
Fate stands
It's wicked snare
A needle of life
Bail me
Like rows of hay
A needle of life
Cold hate
Cold empty space
Hate for will
For thy soul burns
They grief will be avenged
