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The madmen predicted
The fools were untold
As flesh turns to silver
And blood turns to gold
The towers that block
Our view of the sky
Unfortunate creatures
Who are spawned just to die
As the god eaters reclaim their throne
Illuminated by the light of the moon
The fortunate wisdom
Is blinded by hate
Thus accepting our destiny
But denying our fate
The sickening grey
Is our vision of light
Thus denying the rituals
But embracing the rites
And the god eaters have travelled far
Silent procession under the light of their star
The hunter in the shadows
Consumed their will to sleep
The threat of their own consciousness
Is buried in the deep
Light a torch and follow
The torch in front of you
As others follow in your path
Uncertain where they go