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- Atlas Of Sorrow
These sorrows of life are crippling
But I still yearn for more.
Enslaved by the demon
Since time immemorial.
Bowing beneath the weight
Of this yoke made of lead.
Atlas of ancient times
- Minions Of Manannan
To the east lies lines and lines immortal
Pounding relentless, wearing all down.
No matter those who stand against them
(Those) Minions of Manannán
Pounding to dust all
The rough becoming smooth
The edge – edgeless
Souls shackled a dying dream