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Waste across the land

Empires lost

On the bridge of death

Stumble, fall

No soul will make it here

All judged by fear

I am grasping for my breath

Countless daggers fly

There is nowhere to hide

We hold our breath

Postpone our death

We mask our eclipse

It's the postapocalypse

Grinding

You won't survive unless you share

You think the world is still out there

You hope it's coming back, restored

Praying on your knees to your lord