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enochia
sun sets abnormally, on a graceful morn
leaving just an echo, rise the child of capricorn
come the stitch the memories, little beast of just one horn
not one living soul remains, this earth of ours is torn
come to shift the ashes, all the horror left unsaid
into subconsciousness, where the terror drives us dead
the demons in our minds, all the danger lies ahead
nothing seems to phase it, the river's running red
and if they all should fall away, it wasn't meant to be
and if they all just die today, all because they couldn't see
to look around and see the signs, from the death-dragon comes misery
nothing seems to come between, all the tragic was in me
