Dilapidated and defeated
daunting to face the dawn
The desperate deep dark side
Dare not to walk through the lands
No life remains
Only death proclaims
Whither mind is seeking the dawn
But still, the devil's dance prevails
And paving the ways of mighty dooms
And relics of the hopes are desperately torn.
And relics of the hopes are desperately torn.
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