Thy masters voice.

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darker than the clouds on a moonless night
shall the days come

when the night shall end, shall i see your face
hidden under the hood of the dark
and felt by my numb skin

you can strip down these pillars of sin
that holds this house of your living
and expect the dark to depart
and the clouds to shine

Thy master will come, shall dub thee sinner,
for a thousand times has he whispered to you
to desire is to sin
for a thousand times has he whispered to you
your thoughts are thy sin
for a thousand times has he whispered to you
to run away is to sin

And in your death , you walk alone
so shall the deaf , who walked his thoughts.
so shall the voice, who never spoke a thing.

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