Tempest hath arisen where my soul shall dwell for good, for I am now depriv'd of all flesh and blood.
I am searching for thee, sacrifice for ye land.
For my victim wilt thou be - arbitrary from my hand.
'Tis thy anguish I breathe. Hypocritéd grace lost.
Feel my wrath unsheath'd. Petrify through my frost.
Pestiferous thou art, my creation desecratést.
For ye heritage large now thou dreadfully payest... Vanish!
Thou shall'st suffer my pain.
Thou shall'st flee
Thou shall'st cease to be free.
Thou shall'st be slaves of mine.
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