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Born upon the cusp of revelation a consciousness awakened by the dawn a primitive undying fascination moved the hand that carved into the stone faces change, thought returns to dust ashen countenance, holy rust I am compendium trapped inside the cultish hall of mirrors taught to worship self-destructing flaws running now, the ravens getting nearer fighting off the gnashing of the claws this is the weight of heartbreak this is the weight of life a thunder at the temple silencing endless strife credits From Letras Mania