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Words: Stanne
For thou sweepst mein thy robe of guiltwith garments forgedin spiteful steel
No tainted prideshall make conviction cease
None shall be unto thee provenworthy of thy outmost fear
Let alone the silent longinginstinct shun the ones you dear
As the hunter boldly stalks his preyintoxicated
Conviction reigns where truth might swayintimidated
Silence the bore
Shun the ones you dear
The hunt is overso the feast begins
What feast is enduringwhen all is said and done
Everchange of hearts
The hunter's reason - fail
The hunt is treason
The hunt is overso the feast begins
Why search for endurancewhen all is said and done?
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