Greeting the morning with smoke to the sky
The sun and the king
Giving a task to push thru the ice
Likely to bleed
All who were called
Cut by the clock
The big hand arrived
Off with your shield
Your belt of truth
Cut by there lies
Race from his eyes
Erasing his mind
Hes face to the ice
Raising his shield
Shrill in the raise
Of the glass looking eyes
Heid of his head
Stands to alarm with
All at a rise
Face to the
Build
Defaced at the will the
Guild of the ice
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