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Storm cleanse the land
Purge all that stands on weakened limbs
Succour the hardened thirsty earth
Churn the soil now thick with scum
Feed my aching roots
For my leaves are withered and no fruit do I bear
Nor does my seed spring forth from the ground
Renew me
Storm ride on clouds of tumult
Purge all that stands on weakened limbs

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from Ghosts of a World Long Forgotten, released September 1, 2016

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Beithíoch Ireland

Ancient-obsessed Black/Doom Metal from Ireland's north-west.

'Beithíoch' means 'animal/beast'.

Beithíoch represents the instinctive and terrible in man.

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