(In the) Darkened shroud of morning
Simplified in face and stature
Blessing
Still, they will define burdens of empire by the moral
For how long, here and gone
Why run?
Just come
Come hither in a weakened state
In my name you're bound
Who's at the helm
Of the purge that looms?
Should I bother
Well, boy, I saw that face again today
On another stranger's
Responsibility vile for those who'll accept it
Follow one, follow another,
Tongu
Not exactly taciturn, he shared his bottle openly
Battered, banished, ill-rememb
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