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We Are Marching Towards Babylon

Oh, when you hear death calling your name so near

when silence is not dead and you think about the times of happiness

a time that once was in days that are now and always will be forgotten

its all so silent, darker then night sky above us....

hes crying out for help and his eyes are full of pain and fear, bleeding 'till death!

my eyes stair on, as i watch his face get more pale

as he awaits his death

he sees the face of darkness and the infernal gates

going on a journey into the land of eternal darkness!