Not in the land
In the sea bury
I Ghost of the Cross
I of the Long Hand
I Shadow of Walls
I thrive away from light
But not first lights of Dawn.
Bring up the spades.
These be millennial bones.
Call other Ghosts, the Chorus.
Round
Round stay.
Be silent to the Dusk
Night's reign begins.
Our task intensifies.
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