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Screams of torment

the blood starts to flow

Dismembered bodies

Lay waste on the ground

So many lives

Cut short in this hell

So many souls

will never be found

and you will never know

what could have been

now you will never know

what could have been

Panic sets in

there's nowhere to go

They're all dead

and they've left you behind

nothing now

but the cold grip of death

to hold your hand

in these final times

and you will never know

what could have been

now you will never know

what could have been

Night is coming

And with a curse