The emptiness of the voice is constant
It sows endless fear
The place changes
But the voice continues
The loneliness of the light
The path burns
The mystery of the voice
It is a voracious dream
And its loneliness
It is the ritual
In the quarter moon
The mystery grows
With the light dim
Blood gushes
Drowning your anxiety
You have fought with shadows
The silence grows again
Although the voice will continue
With death
With the Moon
The smell is blood
The pain is mortal
Your life is ending
Crossing the portal

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