.The infected smell of a turning tide
Winds blow cold for the petrified
Who should glow up in flames and turn ash into dust
I can hear your prayer call, what a pityfull lust
I see you faint, I see you die
I spot a glimpse in the burning sky
I nail the book of which you fe.
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