Silver memories
Of brilliant lies
Revive, capture
Distant lives
Sorrow had swept
O'er the land
Murdered by the sons
The innocents
Rivers run in blood
Lucent
Vale abandoned
Avarice
Clenched the sun
Hopelessness
Lone murderers
Of brilliant lives
We all cowered
To our own fears
Despair had crept
O'er the man
Murdered by the sons
The innocents
Rivers run in blood
Lucent
Vale abandoned
Avarice
Clenched the sun
Hopelessness
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