Through the night
And never back
We are running with the dead
Down the streets
And down below
And then we see the raging fire
And then we meet in raging fire
And then we bleed in raging fire
And then we die in raging fire
My whole life it seems to end
Though I am laughing with my friends
Burning fields grow down below
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