The Silent Lord

In the shadow of this island,

There's echoes of a song.

Whispers of an elder time,

When everything went wrong.

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A time of spear and arrow,

A time of base desire.

From argument to strife and murder,

To when the forest fell to fire.

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Time from which you see the scars,

Apex after broken shell.

Where those found piece of paradise,

Turned this land to Hell.

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There's still a hunger on this island,

A thirst that can't be slate.

Blood and water lead to skull,

Still perched upon a stake.

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The one which talked to angels.

One who caused spirits to die.

One which Man knows in his heart,

As the Lord of Flies.

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Even now, the skull remains,

Lord, master of all.

Waiting to start it again,

For more angels to fall.