A weeping maiden pushes through the mist
Searching for the grave
That she should be lying
Nothing is fun
When there is no more love
With all this disaster
Can anything be regarded as truth?
Beyond despair
Beyond desperation
The lives that you killed
Embodied the fears that you consumed
Not without first destroying
The innocence inside of you.
But nothing more can be further than truth
Than to decipher all that comes from within
Will nothing more be considered heartless
Will all this heartache be left in wonder
No wonder this world is dead
When you enemies crumble under thunder.
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