Walls of thorns encircle
The grounds of pain
Skeletal figures stare in to the horizon
Obscured by the bleak smoke from their kind
Morning sun won't bring a brighter day
Gathered to the altar under the black sun
Offering of flesh waiting for the sacrificial fires
For tho
se who escape the great flames
A march of death through the fields of ice
Your prayers remain unheard
Your god lies dead
Torn by a cyclone
And so will you
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A march of death through the fields of ice
Your prayers remain unheard
Your god lies dead
Torn by a cyclone
And so will you