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There was a day the sun had died - A fiery ring on blackened skies

The monarchs of this world decide - To kill its light and all subsides

Winter followed with endless rain - The cattle flocked and pain remained

The wolves have gathered with iron will - Feast on the sheep in violent thrill

Their eyes’ are blind their mouths are shut, torn wounds still shed the victim’s blood

Are we born to see the light? Or will we die by one man’s might?

The vulture in its glory flies – its wings and shadow cloud the skies

The morning gone, the day has died –Dusk has come, dark is the night!

Kneeling and praying – all is said and done

Light up the sky and all will die as one!

No one will carry all our loss

Embodied lies nailed to the cross

Then came the day, the end was near – their bodies choked with endless fear

Come flood! Come fire! Endless night! Let all the pyres light the sky!

A purgatory human made – decisions made and still too late

The dying’s wishes stay unheard – their shattered voices dead to our ears

The flood hit land in southern skies – the waves crushed everything in sight

The plague that followed then remained – in our hearts and souls restrained

We kept illusions hanging high and painted them with blood so bright

Our life is gone, the earth has died –Death has come, dark is the night!

Kneeling and praying – all is said and done

Light up the sky and all will die as one!

No one will carry all our loss

Embodied lies nailed to the cross