Life is for dread
For doom that darkens, and the Sunderers
That sunder us from each other
Strip us and destroy us, and break us down
Torn down by dismembering autumn
The Horrid Strife
Till not a vestige is left
And black winter leaves no trace of any vital bloom
The Horrid Strife
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