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If only you had listened,

Or seen our bloodstained eyes,


You’d have stopped the Earth from turning to black

It all starts inside

Beneath the nuclei

Just like a wind upon a wildfire

We’ve tried to warn you


As you rejoiced the lukewarm glare of this springtime

Now the blizzard strikes

With its empty veins

And the children are cherubs of stone

The lucency shifts down the chroma of the surface


A singularity where theory loses meaning

And we march in dishonor

With the bones of our innocence in our arms

In this horror, in this crime

In your guilty conscience

If only you had listened,

Or seen our bloodstained eyes,


You’d have stopped the Earth from turning to black

Blight, Famine, War, Tenebrae, Mortem

Discidium, Death

If only you had listened,

Or seen our bloodstained eyes,


You’d have stopped the Earth from turning to black

Obsidian ice, cold in my hand

In your guilty conscience