THUMBS DOWN FOR ALL
NOONE WILL SURVIVE
WAR AS NO OTHER
GRAND FINALE OMNICIDE
BARREN EARTH IN COLD DEATHS HANDS
SOAKED IN BLOOD THATS BEEN SPILT
STABBED WITH SWORD, THROUGH ITS HEART
STILL STICKS OUT THE RUSTY HILT
LANGUID EARTH FALLS IN COMA
(AS IF) KNOCKED DOWN BY THE DEVILS FIST
CRAVING TOMB STILL REMAINS OPEN
SHROUDED BY THE POISONOUS MIST
AND THUS, BRING THE CURTAIN DOWN
ASHEN SKIES ABOVE THE ASHEN HILLS
THE GRIM ONE NOW HOLDS THE CROWN
SILENT MURMURING OF THE WINDS
AND THUS, BRING THE CURTAIN DOWN
EVERYTHING TURNED INTO ASHES AND DUST
BUT FEW COLUMNS REMAINED
RISING AS THE WORLDS ANGEL LUST
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