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Dhul Qarnayn With Wrath So Divine

this infinite deafening night, With hatred rendered to one, With withering voices of my passed past, With emptiness so deeply pressing, With Death lingering ever so near, With

With emptiness so deeply pressing, With Death lingering ever so near, With fate whispering vengeance into my ear, With wisdom erased by borrowed time, With terror shadowing behind, With