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The moon hangs low above the dead

A silver blade above my head

The fields are drowned in winter rain

Each broken stalk remembers pain

No birds remain no fires burn

No road ahead no way to turn

Through empty fields I march alone

Through empty fields I walk alone

Through empty fields I carry on

Until my final breath is gone

I AM THE ASHES

I AM THE VOID

I AM THE SILENCE

YOU CAN'T DESTROY

The old church bell has lost its tongue

Its final prayer was never sung

The graveyard sleeps beneath the snow

While nameless shadows come and go

No birds remain no fires burn

No road ahead no way to turn