Wasteland
Dark horizon
Flames of hell
Burning far away
Anouncing the day
Conquest and destruction
The night will end
On the broken day
Lives will fall
People will cry
Things will change
Never be the same
While the cleansing
The unholy cleansing
Forged by minds
In search of false victory
Collecting the seeds of death
Waiting for the horizon
To turn red
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