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Canto of Black Flame, Proffer 17
Past the fields of hooks and splinters

Tossed on seas of hollowed bones

Ash like snow from countless winters

The wind screams out alone


Eyes of molten slag and spite

Covet lands of vernal

He will spill his blood of blight

And usher night eternal

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