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a distant and solemn flame glaring at horizon

silent herald of the great fire of devastation

and as you wake for a moment towards midnight

you only behold me staring into the black void

there are no drums beating the rhythm of death

as they did in the wars we have left far behind

sweet-scented odour of decay carried with the wind

a delusive silence that lets you still lie dreaming

in this defeat the wounds will be deeper

deeper as ever a wound before

in this the demise the loss will be greater

greater as ever a loss before

and slowly night is falling upon our creations forever and ever

enter autumnal decay without a spring to follow

this is where our trail will be lost and forgotten

just as you realize you have to stand and to defend

you may sink to the ground with a blade in your back

in this defeat the wounds will be deeper

deeper as ever a wound before

in this the demise the loss will be greater

greater as ever a loss before

and slowly night is falling upon our creations forever and ever