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Font of the incessant power flow
Forth, come, the radiance glows
Thirst, mine, quenched in the source
This internal peace is sacred
Mute the white noise in my temple, my
Mind, cease, no ears shall sample
Sight, black, as will be yours
Should internal peace be shattered
Meditation in the spirit of blades
Solemn quiet bespeaks to me
The certain death veiled in dance
Stoke my eternal wrath
Steel licks the skin
Sends to blood: liberty.
Certain death amongst moments
Sate my eternal wrath
Font of the incessant power flow
Forth, come, the radiance glows
Thirst, mine, quenched in the source
This internal peace is sacred
Embedded in me is my truth
Strike me to cinders but -- fool!
Strike naught yet ignite my flame
Ignite eternal wrath