nothing is what we are silence surrounds our presence no longer can we speak the days why can't they end? a different kind of magic controls the few of mortals enslaved are all the others except the hungry beasts
that will live through both dawn and day promises of the promised land never to be fulfilled lies...
icefilledwasteland take us through infinity oceans of grey all life has ceased forests of ebony, graveyards to be no, what has been done the castles now left in ruins, (left in ruins)
the essence of betrayal engulfed in our blood sunrise will it ever be the dawn has come we are all burned by the flames of life still nothing has been done
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