The cold wind blows breaking the silence Dark wings bring the shadows Im watching the birth of a blood red sky On the battlefield the fear confronts our minds We are lost And dropping like flies Death walks beside us But today is not a good day to die I see an imminent death coming close But its a point of no return Just keep the eyes wide open Ready or not, its the harvest day Try to survive All things we have ever seen Seem like sparks in the dark
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