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Invocation of Ancient Power
At Dusk
colder than the merciless snow
At Dusk
end of being
At Dusk
My Flesh, A Pittance
At Dusk
the profaned temple
At Dusk
forsaken, betrayed
At Dusk
suffer in solitude
At Dusk
Limbless, Man's Fall
At Dusk
will this never end?
At Dusk
boundless fathoms (of pain)
At Dusk
I Have No Mouth
At Dusk
haunting echoes
At Dusk
within this hallowed place
At Dusk