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I see death and all its commanders

Gather in numbers

Calling for war

Agents of fate

Feathered bold riders

Shifting and brewing

Calling for more

We dig into the ground

The bed of rock

With nought but the sky

Reflecting in the mud

To never be found

The cowardly flock

How can we pay

If not with our own blood?

Do you not know death when you see it?

In its path crimson veils unfold

The clouded eyes fail to believe it

The mind has sugared in its hold