Spurting light from heart of dimness
You have burnt your soul like phoenix
To enlighten the shadowed mob
Never worth of might and glory
Endless crowds enslaved by nullity
Age's stream depressed souls
Won't be ignited by your inner blaze
You plunged yourself into abysmal maw
You won't revive like phoenix did
You've become a Ravenstone
You sorely weep with grief
Clad in the robe of twilights
Oblivion becomes your master
Your thoughts are your own executioners
Bridgeways leading to demise
Bend under passenger's crowds
Barren souls that have lost their essence
In the smoking ashes of own future
No luminary vivid in their eyes
No path of atonement they have
You've become a Ravenstone
You sorely weep with grief
Clad in the robe of twilights
Oblivion becomes your master
Your thoughts are your own executioners
Anointed with unquenchable blaze
The pillars, as miraculous tales
Perished into the maw of eternal darkness

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