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Cold like pyres burn
And the blight upon this land
The exiled one shall return
A hundred dry wombs in his hand
Shunned wanderer
Usher the ruin, let it storm
Pale harbinger
Bring the fall
So the last guest arrives
Queen and whore shall share decay
No heart alive
Partake in rank harvest regale
