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They drank to tomorrow from a poisoned well

They built glass cathedrals in the heart of hell

Why not dance in the claws of starvation?

Why not sing with lungs full of sand?

For us bastards of a failed creation

This whole world is enemy land

Your thrones - empty shells of rust

Your bones - droplets in the oceans of dust

Voices across the Rubicon

Pump blood into the eye of the storm

Cold hand on colder earth

Stillborn millennium, greyfaced dowry

The mists of time part to bare

The emptiness beyond

The sextons keeps casting fistfuls of dirt

And another sun sinks through envenomed depths

Graves dug as deep as the bitter soil yields

For the dead alone found rest among these fields

So staggers on and on the cortege of the forgotten

Sifting for seeds though gardens parched and rotten

Dream not your gates and bulwarks can guard you from such fate

Even death has fled from what out here awaits