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Speak not of the Gods to me
They listen not to the suffering
Speak not to me of divine mercy
When my eyes see only pestilence
Famine and death
Speak not to me of the profane
When the truth of our existence
Is called blasphemy
And the smoke of plague ridden human carcasses
Blackens the horizon
Speak no more of wandering unclean spirits
Lest they be called by the sound of their names
Speak not of forsaking the elder ones
I must now seek instead their unholy embrace...
They listen not to the suffering
Speak not to me of divine mercy
When my eyes see only pestilence
Famine and death
Speak not to me of the profane
When the truth of our existence
Is called blasphemy
And the smoke of plague ridden human carcasses
Blackens the horizon
Speak no more of wandering unclean spirits
Lest they be called by the sound of their names
Speak not of forsaking the elder ones
I must now seek instead their unholy embrace...