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Gray,

riddled structures are left to

Decay,

The headstones for man made

Sorcery,

Man ripped out,  the spine of

Society.

One landscape,  nations crushed,

Entity

Have a look on all that’s left

All our monuments are cleft

All the sites once defined our pride

Stand in mourning calm aside

As I walk this barren land

A metropolis minced to sand

In the craze of warfire’s rage

A parade to end our age

Wasted words in books divine

Our own punishment in time

Sound the trumpets on our own

Our attempt to ascend god’s throne

“Calling to all stations, help me!

Is there anyone who can hear me?

Am I the only one who survived this hell alone?

This is a call to all out there

Everyone who endured this nightmare

To gather at a place I tell you, to start this all anew

Waiting here to receive your location

Spread this message across the nation

You are not alone in this wasteland’s desolation

Calling to all stations, hear me!

Is there really no one except me?

Am I the only one who’s feeling earth beneath my feet?”

Have a look on all that’s left

All our monuments are cleft

All the sites once defined our pride

Stand in mourning calm aside

As I walk this barren land

A metropolis minced to sand

In the craze of warfire’s rage

A parade to end our age

Wasted words in books divine

Our own punishment in time

Sound the trumpets on our own

Our attempt to ascend god’s throne