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HacksawNo pulse found, never saw the signsNo blood like before, just a heavy heart I cry tears of fog and sand running wild across this land, the son of the sun and the master of sin. Sun blocks out the end of every day as mystery lurks in the shadows there. Men stab at an unholy goat, the rising steam comes from its throat The mystery won’t stay dead long I’m no longer mine, my fate is sealed Sun burns my eyes as I match towards the void. And the pen will replace the sword. My fate is sealed. |