This enraged story is attaining to an end
Deliverance of the bleating manor: wend
The past ravine, Vestibule of Three Verdicts
Hence Thou stumble on the hoary Hermits
Lo who disturbeth our wryless relaxation!
Lo who cometh forth to receive the accusation!
By your judgment we condemn You
Did You see what You went through?
But how long have You let this land in disgrace?
Your beloved people, Your very birthplace
How couldst Thou think that Thou wouldst be absolved?
How couldst Thou think that Thy fault would've been dissolved?
By your judgment we condemn You
Did You see what You went through?
But how long have You let this land in disgrace?
Your beloved people, Your very birthplace
Where doth valor rest? Where's Thy vestal force?
A vexed ego made of throes and remorse
By your judgment we condemn You
Did You see what You went through?
But how long have You let this land in disgrace?
Your beloved people, Your very birthplace
Now slink across this aisle of dread
Be seethed by what awaits Thee ahead
The coaled stairs, the lonely Throne
Dost Thou hark an atoned moan?
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