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In the fields of self adulation, ranged in gloom’ed array
It speaks in ten thousand thunders, an emptiness rent
So shrill is the trumpet to announce solitary array
It croaks its incessant wail, an emptiness rent
In the fields of self flagellation, the ache of false hope takes shape
It whispers ten thousand thunders, lamenting in dismal woe
Amidst all the trembles and groans, the senses and will lose shape
I croak an incessant wail, lamenting in dismal woe
Oh shadow of horror is risen, it forms this abominable void
It’s birthed in the temple of draughts, it fashions these walls
Oh, cold silent horror on desolate mountain roams
In shriveling isolation, I fashion these walls