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From the past

comes the storm

and from the storm

comes a rider

wielding her schyte

encircled by fire

dawning of the dead

heavens ignited

The stars are misplaced

my mind is deranged

Upon this hill i stand alone

The skin melts off my bones

Inside these walls

the future crawls

Tomorrow comes for no mankind

Atomic rat

hired gun

Posthuman mercenary, beneath a violent sun

The stars are misplaced

my mind is deranged

Upon this hill i stand alone

The skin melts off my bones

This eve we die

At dawn they live

Bones to dust

In the burning wind