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Growing plagues and all disorder

Counting bodies on the border

Shining lights up in the sky

One might think that we will die

I see few thin shapes descending

Is this now – is this the ending

Inside the crops see black eyes glow

I won't back down - this I vow

Burning Bodies – Left Behind

The Invaders seem to be of a new kind

They have arrived - from pitch black sky

We will not falter - we will survive

They have arrived - from pitch black sky

We will not falter - we will survive