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Everyone you know

Warmth of the living no longer there own

The weight you hold

To fall to death, like the ones before

Names of the dead

Written in stone laying in earth

Haunted by souls, millions of bones at your feet

There is no hope, end of the rope

So they lay rotting away

So many graves the number untold

Dreams of vengeance, thirsty we hold

There is a violent legacy of a tyrants vanity

So is every battle for eternity

For eternity

East vs west, paid by death

Greed is a hunger-hunger fed

Through bloody eyes, see all we need

To prophesies-our reality

There is no hope for the living

When blood is all that we are giving