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I can see through glass

To see the Dark City.

Come to the window,

Come witness me fully.



The Lion, it roars

As the night it explores.

Beer flows past my mind

As the lion walks behind me.



I drink to forget

My fears and regrets.

So know what I don't

Before rigour mortis sets.



What do you expect?

You see the bright light,

You hear the falling debris.

What is it that sounds before the endless fight?



How do you name the foe?

Please tell me so I know.

I'll hear the same voice

As yours, to decree

the end as can be expected.