A murder of black omens, crows, stashing tokens
Of jealousy, hate, lust, and sins here unspoken
Now shattered and broken is the window to all hope
Winds blow wooden breath heavy oaken fraying one man's rope
A desert place, complete without life
without a refreshing oasis in sight
Vultures come in the middle of the night
To restore the balance of death
Tread the eternal unending deluge
Of sand, brimstone, fire that's searing right through
the flesh of all hermits and vagrants like you
Who wander til death through the hate-founded dunes
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