Mountain of heart,
River of blood,
Branches of bone,
And soil of muscle.
Here comes a vessel
Without a soul.
Blood will flow,
Heart will stop.
Light will fade,
Shadow will invade.
Fire will frost,
Ice shall burn.
Power will gain,
But soul shall lost.
So beware, dear brothers and sisters.
Life shall gone,
Death will embrace.
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