Darkness Descends

The night falls without a sound, soulless are we.

The salvation for which you sacrifice yourself

Flares once, then dies.

Crushed by your obsession,

All hope must die.

 

Your soul thrives no more.

How could you leave me?

Our dark thoughts surround us,

Crying,

We are the fallen.

 

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