“Come, Fathers of the fire - gathering altar! Vexation from without - heresy is spread! A call to hunt, to tear asunder – Lords of flame, bring the light!
A false redemption consume inception. Errant devotion. Shadow's cursed vision.
Go into the night, 'neath fog and cowl – unto the sword this Augur will bow! This heathen verse, a bastard's hope. Make known his cup be filled with dust!”
“I've seen destiny trapped in reveries – gilded feet, futures known. Lamentations crest the sky crashing down, reverence lost. Paths of fate are writ upon oceans – divined sight never known.”
“Come, Fathers of the fire - gathering altar! Vexation from without - heresy is spread!”
Blessed king! The saint, condemned. Barren, the womb of faith.
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