Ashes of the hero

Birthing fighting pushing grasping rushing running thrashing

Finding the holy lady peace, a piece of the holy lady

Sinking to the mud at the bottom of the silent, frozen lake

The seeds of a gore plain of unholy madness with thumbs and fingers

Pressing the lid of heaven, the mad hero knows he’s gone too far

Destroying the sun, mixing with the ashes of a hero

Ashes of a hero

Ashes of the hero

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