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Sanctuary
We've become victim
We shall retreat to our keep
Too many have fallen
We're in far too deep
A once mighty fortress
Reduced to a place of desperation
It's beauty and pride
Are now far beyond restoration
The gardens scattered
The corridors torn with warfare
The once proud statues of commemoration
Viewing the damage, take their fair share
The few positive minds
Allow us to trudge on
But the ones for whom we care
Are who have kept us alive for so long
The tears burn into myst
The blood stains the frost
The cries of the fallen
and the silence of the lost
The sound of the slayer
The scent of the dead
They echo and linger
Drifting above our heads
The misfit militia
Marching through the pain
Broken bones and ripped flesh
So much loss shall not be in vain
The plants wither to the ground
The oak trees loom and fade
We ignore the screams in the distance
As the ground shows its age
The distilled thunder beyond
The crude arms of our men
All present to us
Our chances again
And as we finally cross
Over the plain
We see such a power
We have found that which we blame
A power so insane
It breaks holy law
So unthinkable
It leaves the soldiers in awe
We're blinded to its form
We see a flash of light
We feel a painless passing
As we pray our final good night...
Apocalypse.
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