Soul Binder
In order for life to be sown from seed
The flesh of Death must bleed and bleed
Then you must take Halo's bone
And for al your wrongs you must atone
Now for your hunger you must appease
So take an apple from the Garden of Trees
From a lion's roar to a raven caw
This is the Binder's soul, good day to you all
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