Red suns burning slow Inside the night, soft whispers echo Tides of darkness flowing like stars Crimson colours, paint our hearts Behold the sky so distant and bright.
Screams whispered, memories won We are free to roam, destination never shown Gaze those in mist, gleam in night Without battles we dominate.
The dying light of eternal grey Above it all creations fall Thunderstorm of rage, lead us to the void
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