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NAGLFAR
In the nebulous skies, gales hissed premonitions
Upon the ubiquitous ear of the forest
With atrophied limbs clawing at the sun
Frost-bitten trees, by cold carnivorous dust
Your whispers so loud, while speaking in tongues
As Father would, to great Jörmungandr
We beseech you oh defiled, oh wretched one
As corpse-ridden tides sing of passage empirical
Spirit choir
This bridge is your tomb
A lost desire
This plant that won't bloom
This journey is your epitaph
The mirror of life
Blotted out by the black
We were burdened by existence, only at the end do we cry
In the tempest, our resistence begets our demise
Yet we'd follow you through, to Hel to depart
Regardless, most of us were damned from the start
Ferryman, carry us over ichorescent waters
The jewels of our eyes glisten through impeding night
An orgy of bones and organs ethereal, shudder
Of our hatred we're seared into subservient light
Punishment
Whether you win or you lose
Redemption
Those gates ever closed to you
From the spire of nail and of flesh
A necrotic dream
You're a passenger, ferried by Death
The mast erect, rips the clouds
No living creature endures the knell
Mirror of life's kingdom, we're ever close
Underneath grounds that you entrust the well
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