And then it stopped
The plague has devoured the land
Wounds of the past will never mend
The bodies are left to rot
Mankind is weak
No act of honor will be their redemption
And suffering is an obligation
It's the truth that you seek
The song of the birds to mark the tragic day
When innocent lives of mortals were taken away
There will always be death
There will always be suffering
There will always be loss
There will always be reckoning
The dusk of the ages has come in a merciless coat
We are the ones who slit our own throat
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