Prophecy written in horrible rime. The witches are burning the preachers this time. Scavengers feast on the bloody remains. And the pillars of earth, all in ruins are lain. Sacrificed, crucified, hate on display. As the twilight of gods now is coming this way. And the nightsky that held so much beauty before. It now holds the promise of beauty no more. When our dreams are dying, and the bells are ringing doom. Will you come with me, to the great black sea. When the mist is rising, and the world is laid to rest. We will go down deep, to eternal sleep. Stone upon stone will be laid on our souls. As the bell of damnation and terror now tolls. Corpses are piled and the fires burn high. A dead eye see clear revelations flash by. Master and servant let go of their lives. This genocide no one can hope to survive. And the nightsky that held so much beauty before. It now holds the promise of beauty no more. When our faith is dying, and the bells are ringing doom. Will you come with me, to the great black sea. When the mist is rising, and the world is laid to rest. We will go down deep, to eternal sleep.
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