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Aeons were fields reaped and Sown

Ages awaited the cities of stone

To face the creeping anguished hours

Of breaching walls and crumbling towers

With weapons drawn, used and brandished

Remain no gates nor marbles erect

Blind troops marching on the cursed path

From grapes of fear to wine of wrath

Skies aflame as ground shakes beneath

From thirst of triumph to piss of defeat

Hail new kings and stone the poor

Follow statues and praise the whore

Paint the face until reflection lies

Whose is the truth to which no one abides?

Offspring trampled and bloodlines vanished

On cobblestones gush the streams of red

And what can there be, of this what will come?

If memories fade and deeds come undone

Do we sing the old songs and dance of hope

In the glades of peace or at the end of a rope?

Utter nothing more

Words won't move the dead

Any light them awake

Nor warm the woven thread

Dream of nothing more

Of ashes our temples built

With nights and woes finite

We're all in this to the hilt