Black Crucifixion
in the bright light of night i await the turning tide
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Wilderness sobered thoughts
Polar summer's midnight dawn
Bright light of night, the tide
An exotic odour marks your cohorts
Blade has come to decorate the dead /
Cumin seeds filling fists
Admire the flames / Admire the fire /
Never forgive (never forget)
Together you stood, why the fall?
Summer's heat, swarm of flies
You knew the book, you prince
Defeat by deceit, divided you all
Blade has come to decorate the dead /
Crushed cumin filling fists