Forsaken, thine kiss has been stolen,
My breath taken from me.
Forsaken, my wounds have no healing,
The scars burn incessantly.
My sword has turned against me,
My eyes can no longer see.
My dreams have failed to save me,
Waking moments tormented by thee.
Rising from the ashes are them warriors of old,
But they left the mem'ry of me behind.
Calling from a distance is a voice so cold,
And the need to bleed comes alive.
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