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When I've grown weary of the gentle love and the vainglory in all its creation, I will break its hold in your embrace Low into your wild beauty's foundation Cloven steps toward destiny's shrine, I retrace May the wind about my ears settle in rest So that your subtle tongue can wrest them with its pull to grim duty However bleak the task to which you beckon, I will answer As I cherish your kiss that presses cruelly With your tail in hand, I am led to the end of man and the door of succеssion Where I suffer thе gaze of your cleansing sins Atop heavenly ruins Work on a temple begins Empty is the mouth that carries no war Let the breath be pulled from mine before it tastes a sue for peace For hollow is the fireless heart Upon strife's ignition, will mine eternally feast With your tail in hand, I am led to the end of man and the door of succession Where I suffer the gaze of your cleansing sins Atop heavenly ruins Work on a temple begins I know the aching of the end And I will never be left by its desire for the death of all It is by its mouth's pull that into life's most vibrant plains, I am called Unto its sacred majesty, I offer my pride that blinds I will fight savagely Amid the fray of psychic torrents, I will reside From Letras Mania