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Darkness will rise

As daylight dies

Above the fields of horror

Inside we’ve died

A hundred times

And we are still here breathing

In trenches built

Of fear and guilt

The days have lost their names

Under the clouds

Of chlorine gas

Extinction just draws nearer

Their hollow praise

The storm front’s chase

We are the walking ghosts

Never come home

With faith alone

We have been left to die

The air is cold

Our breath we hold

Inside we drown alone

Become our fear

When daylight’s clear

We see all that we’ve done