Eucharist Once My Eye Moved Mountains
Once my eyed moved mountains
My sword could pierce like lightning
and on the back of my horse I travelled
Through eternal voids
withing the timeless sphere
Wolves were running by my side
and they abided by my nocturnal grace
My power was sevenfold
and greater than any exalted form
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So I tasted the air of mouldering
The air of mortifying resort
I retired as an illusion
and enshrined in bitterness
