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For El Ahrairah To CryFu inlé; these clouds bode illFrom the earth we ran out; That eve, that heralded night For Man came knocking at our doors Sank teeth within our homes In those quiet hours, where the elil ruled The sky, the ground, our thoughts We prayed for pity but received none We gasped for breath But no breath came Forgive us el ahrairah! Prophet of two faces; deceitful, delirious Right hand of embleer frith, Bore down on us all Scattering minds like skeleton leaves Hrair thethuthinnang Weak willed we were, incoherent Frith the lagging star, hung on pitch fork lies Weak willed we were, incoherent Slay him down deific abhorrence slay him down Frith lies still in charred soil we silflay upon his bones dance in his carrion eyes tare his flesh with ideas bore within him like worms bore within him like worms Frith the lagging star, hung on pitch fork lies Weak willed we were, incoherent Slay him down Embellished with caustic runes Buried cities, burrow graves We stand in ragged rows Tharn Eyes sullen with loss Disembodied he wanders the wastes Three headed elil Frith, ahrairah, inlé Baying for our heed Cloying at our arms eyes wet with tears But we will not cry for you We will not cry for you We march in atrophy His hands still claw and swoon Sombre we tread In quiet regress Amidst the fallen Friend and fetid foe Their blood smears as one And so our cause is whole Warrens yawn wide Engulf us all in tow We will lie here Beside these vanquished souls We never ceased feeling We only opened our eyes Ended half said prayers this fallen lord we vilify |