Bow before them
Compelled to kneel
Avert your eyes
Years of crawling
Lost halcyon
Three years of dusk
A dark arrival
A blade slices then from now
Hills filled with the dead
Their hissing words are serpent threats
Swordpoint genuflection
Their homes have all been burned
Chained… Chained… Chained…
To unfinished work
Chained… Chained… Chained…
The fettered ones perish
Bow before them
Avert your eyes
Compelled to kneel
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