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Iron sky weeps, a rusted, weeping wound.

Ravens now gather on a battlefield uncrowned.

Spiked maces rend flesh, a symphony of dread.

Only husks left where life once bled.

Clash of steel on the shattered bones,

Blood-soaked fields, bodies in the rain.

Vicious screams, soldiers' dying tones

Victors' depravity, a tapestry of pain.

Sirens sing beneath a sky aflame,

Mechanized beasts will not whisper your name.

Sunflowers wither, once vibrant and gold,

A harvest of sorrow, with years to unfold.

Woe to the conquered, a blighted domain

Where crows feast on corpses, spilled like crimson stains.

No peace for the fallen, their cries swept away,

Just endless damnation, a brutal display.

Crumbling altars, hollow and cold.

Gods chose no one, their grace not bestowed.

Crows pick at entrails, a feasting malaise,

This victor's disease, a soul-sucking blight,

A madness that burns in their gaze!

Clash of steel on the shattered bones,

Blood-soaked fields, bodies in the rain.

Vicious screams, soldiers' dying tones

Victors' depravity, a tapestry of pain.