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Can you hear the sharp shrieks

Of the winds above our heads?

They carry the cries of the dying

And the stench of bones

And did you see

The cold light in blue hue

That drove before it in haste

He is here, the great executioner

Coming to lay waste the nations

As times before, like clockwork

Our cities to become as graves

We’ve had our time

Of joyful dance

And of love

But the hall is to end now

Come hardship

The time of hate and loathing

Gallows poles

And shallow graves

Years of weeping and longing

Are not to be through soon

We witness the fall of the heavenly hosts

And the rise of the obliterating flame

From the cracks of the Earth