Darkness falls from above upon the land
as the fist of
Not made of flesh and bone
are the minions of eternity
but
As the last ones diesThe hope disappearedAll is dead now,A.I.
Winter is comingWith deep grey cloudsThe fallout has just begunThe
We are the callersof the stormsWe are the keyTo purityWe
Silently...I'm analysing the essence of lifeI'm analysing the essence of
I put down my maskAnd I laugh into the shining
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