Whispers of silent wind echo a final call.
A moment of remembrance before life passes.
For, in the end, even our Gods will fall.
Only the strong survive among red rivers and ashes.
Who we are, forgotten, in good and evil’s war.
Mothers scream as innocence is lost to time.
Tears of wisdom’s cries are fatefully ignored.
Bloodied hands reach for a touch of the divine.
A void of absence, allowing chaos to take reign.
Black magical inversions cast dark beyond the night.
Despair takes root through pleasures in our pain.
On our knees, praying sunrise returns us to light.
Reverence invokes a sacredness of your name.
Resurrect the heart’s stories longing to be told.
Illuminate our souls with light of eternal flames
for when Gods lie silent, man is lost to the cold.
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