In Solitas

In Solitas - He Rode Upon A Pale Horse

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Your ceaseless desire to dwell at the tops of the spires Leads you to the highest peaks of the funeral pyre White flames coax you nearer to Pandora?s Box As you attempt to draw water from solid rock A bastion of pins and needles A soul bleeding ice Your eyes leak logic while you disregard thought What happened to the ideals that your parents should have taught? Spin red web Catch thy prey Drain all life Predetermined fate Always will you dwell within the brittle shell of a man ? Arx Insigniter Fimus

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