At the Acheron’s edge they’ll walk
Of a vain endeavour always suffer
Bereft from sight their teeth shall grind
They are the ones with no banners
They don’t wear a face
They’re of those who are only for themselves
Those who have never chosen between God and the devil
Not criminal but guilty
They have no evil, no sanctity
They witnessed and let it flow
They knew it and let it grow
They don’t wear a face
They’re of those who are only for themselves
Those who have never chosen between God and the devil
They are the swarm of disembodied souls
They’ve never known, known any trials
They are the swarm of disembodied souls
They’ve never known, known any trials
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