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The Fallen (song)
A world full of pain, sorrow, and hate.
War presses on with Death in its wake.
Lamentations of horror, loss, and of grief.
Like ants in a flood, seeking relief.
Lost souls wander aimlessly,
Horrified by all they see.
Rising up from hallowed graves,
Greeted by a world depraved.
The blood of youth flows, staining Earth red.
They wash their hands clean, but it hangs on their head,
Conscience ripping at their being,
As they feed their war machine.
Lost souls wander aimlessly,
Horrified by all they see.
Rising up from hallowed graves,
Greeted by a world depraved.
With blackened hearts they carry on,
Toiling under a tireless sun.
While their fallen lay in shallow graves,
Where nameless tombs mark darkened days.
In the distance the women mourn,
A future bleak, shadows forlorn.
Call-to-arms, Ares' might,
Young men rise to join the fight.
Lost souls wander aimlessly,
Horrified by all they see.
Rising up from hallowed graves,
Greeted by a world depraved.
Wow, so poignant. Thank you.
Wow, so poignant. Thank you.
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."