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In the fields of self adulation, ranged in gloom'ed array

It speaks in ten thousand thunders, an emptiness rent

So shrill is the trumpet to announce solitary array

It croaks its incessant wail, an emptiness rent

In the fields of self flagellation, the ache of false hope takes shape

It whispers ten thousand thunders, lamenting in dismal woe

Amidst all the trembles and groans, the senses and will lose shape

I croak an incessant wail, lamenting in dismal woe

Oh shadow of horror is risen, it forms this abominable void

It's birthed in the temple of draughts, it fashions these walls

Oh, cold silent horror on desolate mountain roams

In shriveling isolation, I fashion these walls