Death descending
In silver screams
They hide under a shield
Made of clear glass
They tower high over hills
(The Valley stretched)?
No Ropes
No Nooses
The guillotine begins its fall
No skulls
No corpses
The name in blood of conquered souls
Bow down to your
Liquid form
Don't be deceived
Devour lights
The sharks that circle here
Have tamed their kill
No Ropes
No Nooses
The guillotine begins its fall
No skulls
No corpses
The name in blood of conquered souls
Swallowing light
Glorious day
With such a sound
The death of (stars?)
They rise and take you
Like ghost ships always do
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