In the sun light.
Red wooded beams
Filter dark from a beating heart
Grey guilds prove to much for my mind
Straighten out dents in the shrine.
Beat, beat my dying heart.
The sun down.
Cold violent brands
Take siege in the house next door.
Shriveled waste rots on the floor
We know our masters no more.
In the sun light.
The courage of man is high.
Justice is blind.
The blind know not fear.
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