Who Am I? To Come Before The Doorway? Comments

The rhythm Dawn's the weather born of a new age, power bestowed in forgotten circles of evils that must lie forgotten. Before the blank page is the spell spoken. Truth beyond the pen circles within the runes. Power before my eyes is stolen by the Lord with power born from the pen in God's hand.
The embrace of love so sweet that the fires of heaven cannot quench my thirst for more.

The temple of silence shatters before the might of the Lord.
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