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alone
on the shores we roam
may we rest on the fire stone
time
shattered our line
rendered ghosts on the river rhine
hate
carved on our blade
calls the hungry gods to wait
we pray
for the sleep someday
sleep with fire no longer with clay
may we rest on the firestone
where the winds find us proud and alone
calling hungry gods to wait
for our pride to allay their hate
the forces of dust and time
wrought ghosts on the river rhine
to them we shall kneel and pray
sleep with fire no longer with clay
