As ruin stares right into your face,
truth comes riding, sounding death at every pace.
Chaos drifts among the blood of the fallen,
on your knees, you shall cry, staring blindly at the rot.
The cold shivers up from the inside,
the fire of your soul frozen among the lies.
As you watch yourself fall, a bowed head weighed down by hope;
all that is left to do, is to stare blindly at the rot.
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