With the changing of seasons
They line up behind me
And scatter at the sight of the storm
Like widows of blind men
They circle the stones
It's the fear of madness
That keeps them awake at night
Their illusions are frail
Like fingers of frost
It's the duty of martyrs
To end the rattling of chains
To break the ominous silence
After the pyre burns out
Ghouls without faces
Black holes for eyes
They feed in the darkness
The carrion is their prize
At the onset of darkness
Our march is at an end
Cairns and shrines
To the one open eye
Are what remain
After this winter
More faces to bury
Beneath the ruins
New masters to follow
At the onset of darkness
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