These visions curl against the smoke, clinging like a noose:
There came a time when Death rode in
upon his hoary steed
We struck our hands against the steel
begging to be freed
The casket swung, the gates, they crashed
As heaven's seven swords a-slashed
The dead and rotted realm of men
burned and burned and burned
The tourniquet against my flesh
turned and turned and turned
The ghastly mountains flickered white
Beheaded like a fallen knight
These visions burn against my throat,
Cut me,
Cut me loose!
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