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Swinging from the hang noose

Is hanging by the cave

Clouds roll through the horizon

Grasping for the blade

The plague is now amongst us

Nothing's to be spared

The end is here all is dust

Sending out the flare

The sight of flesh is frightening

Moving things are rare

On the verge of extinction

No one has a prayer

A glimpse of what's disfigured

Get away from disease

Sign off

It's all a blur

No one has to see

Looking for the Promised Land

Nowhere to be found

The sword is raising from his hand

Slowly falling to the ground