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With desparate haste, across desolate wastes!

I gaze in wonder at the reprise of boundless vermillion dawn

[The breathless haze of deathless days]

Still dazed I wander through the lost lives, countless millions to mourn

Amid the Aftermath I, I bid to craft a path by

My wit and will to surive, fit to kill or contrive

But my tale is one written by thrifting hands

And my trail is one hidden by shifting sands

While ghostly screams sing an anthem of hate

With ghastly means they will ransom my fate

[Night extends, the Blight descends]

Now the light is spent and has left, departed without a hint of a warning

[Shadows advance, that farrow mischance]

The night does not repent its theft, as darkness claims the last glint of morning

The Aftermath so frightful, and its wrath so frightful

While its features are concealed, its creatures are revealed

Mind body and soul, but a tierce of feasts,

Devoured whole by the most fierce of beasts

All around ravegers roam the lands

Surrounding scavengers comb the sands

[The pervasion of abrasion]

The hallowed gravestones that surtured the past now begin to erode

[An explosion of corrosion]

Now hollow paving stones of the future’s very last free road

Amid the Aftermath I, I bid to craft a path by

My wit and will to surive, fit to kill or contrive

The Aftermath so frightful, and its wrath so frightful

While its features are concealed, its creatures are revealed

Amid the Aftermath I, I bid to craft a path by

My wit and will to surive, fit to kill or contrive

The Aftermath so frightful, and its wrath so frightful

Under its weight I yield, and so my fate is sealed.