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Welcome to Templars of Silence
You who whispers the Sea
And Cradles the sun in arms of trees
Leave not sign of your presence
For the moon spins sweet lies with a tongue of gas
Frost like the spiderwebs upon dead willows weeping
Upon mine hands reaching through the sugar sheet
And now I lay here
Silent
As Death etches into my skin and leaves me cold
You who whispers the Sea
And Cradles the sun in arms of trees
Leave not sign of your presence
For the moon spins sweet lies with a tongue of gas
Frost like the spiderwebs upon dead willows weeping
Upon mine hands reaching through the sugar sheet
And now I lay here
Silent
As Death etches into my skin and leaves me cold
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So wonderful