The last blood is pouring
from the relics of the mortals
All hopes ceased
And death hops in hollow hopes
Curbing down the endless streams
The streams of life
The streams of hopes
The streams of endless mighty discourse
where the soldiers die
where the death smiles
But still the valiant never afraids
facing the death of mortal fates
when the doubts generate
when the self fades
and blurring the human insight
and blurring the human insight.
Look at the relics of the mortal man's fate
creating the dark side of the darkened dooms.
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