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Worship Dooom

[Solitude Aeturnus cover] In a blackened blur of crowding clouds I dropped my sorrow among the leaves I took my place as wise men do As the storm prepared

Come here Sink into The chant of moon To lose A face As earth turned moon We are the altar On which the world was slain You're born For us Atone for

Ancient rust on black Scarlet curve of wrath Spill a bleak revenge In Gethsemane I will make you pay, Bleed your scarlet guilt To reconquer day From

[Qorban:] "Through blood and thorns I wandered, freezing, aching, bound for a ruined cathedral below. All is dead, look! Only rust, and debris, and shells