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Walk amongst the dead

Yeah

Eyes blacker then space

Shifting gait

Stumble onward to no destination

Civilization collapsed

Nobody was there

No one to witness the end of an age

No one and everyone

Pressing forward no rest for the wicked

Endless fathoms traveled no end in sight

Wandering gazing so hollow

A wolf turned sheep a bite without taste

Its the end of a race

Lungs gasping for air never to be sated

Drowning ceaselessly with no pause to rest

Stench becomes scent

Sound becomes sight

The merciless and vigilant

Pressing forward no rest for the wicked

Endless fathoms traveled no end in sight

Wandering gazing so hollow

A wolf turned sheep a bite without taste

Its the end of a race

The end of the end of a race

Marching to the beat of a drum

That plays silent to all