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Some proclaimed it was the seventh gate

Some forebode it was the heaven's wake

Yet in the end it was us

All along

In the nest of ten thousand cranes

At long last we smothered the flame

Though not in the advent of the long aspired calm

Some proclaimed it was the seventh gate

Some forebode it was the heaven's wake

Yet in the end it was us

All along

The trees still stand so tall

Reddened corpses that breathe no more

A songless headstone for the fallen

For the proud

Burn

I command you, burn

And bring back what was taken

It was taken twice

Behold the brand

The mark of plague

Our savior of molten flesh

Paint the clouds with darkness

My song it echoes

A wordless plea of pain

After a moment of eternity

It slowly falters and fades away

Burn

I command you, burn

And bring back what was taken

It was taken twice