In a deep meadow
Where the blood still stands
The carrion beckons
For I am a stained man
Living a thief's pale lie
Weaving dreams
Stealing breath and selling
The very fabric of life
And with the god's displeased
I leave the sword within
The bounds of strife
Once again I escape this plight
In search of another gamble
An old fools delight
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