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What glorious shame shall I share?
What insane pain must I forswear?
My feet have trodden two paths;
The unending winding path of doom
Blessed with rocky hills between
two unassailable rivers
that flow from antique rocks
My kinsman; the ancient eye of God
burnt my skin
and my ever-weeping soul
fell from sunbaths into bloodbaths
I tell you the tale of this land
Before time was conceived,
Before heaven witnessed her maiden
uprising
On this land, under the soles of your feet
The power-hunter fell,
Infesting the minds of men
to wrestle, but with their blood for power.
In this land,
Men do men harm
And feed the sights of their charms
With the blood of the innocent…