| Wandering the wastelands Of Mankind, Pressing through the wreckage -- The burdens, Lamb-blooded hands have set. Bear your cross. Enduring flame, brimstone -- Ichabod -- The crown of thorns I wear, A halo; My dying breath offered For your peace. |
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