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Dead are things around me

These lifeless corpses on the ground

The trees hang empty

No wind to give them spirit

No hope dwells within these lands

The stale ancient air stings my lungs

Slain are my companions

In these desolate wastelands

Our will was strong in the battle

No mercy was given to our foes

The fight raged on for days

But now all life but mine has ended

No hope dwells within these lands

The stale ancient air stings my lungs

Slain are my companions

In these desolate wastelands

Arrows pierce through bodies

Heads severed from shoulders

Limbs scattered through the land

And this dark reality begins to fade

The crimson setting sun

Merges with the blood soaked ground

As the ancient tree of life

Thrusts me below the lights