(A Shimmering Radiance) Diadem Of 12 Stars

Wolves in the Throne Room 5 0 127 0
The strength that resides in contemplation Bathes me in silver starlight I will lead this beast on a chain of flowers Fear not the jaws that devour soul Between two pillars I have sat Great oxen in the periphery I ride in full course swift Through the dark night and the rain pours down You are a daughter of heaven 12 stars circle your brow But you do not see them and the rain pours down Our time in this garden is past

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