Broken bonds.
Division amongst men.
Living lives that are.
Depraved and terrified.
Soul bewildered.
Seekers lost in their quest.
Brothers to none.
Slaves to their own desires.
A fateful sacrifice of their souls.
Culmination of the enigma.
A sunrise that never came.
They are lost within.
Rest I crave.
Thorns on my grave.
Summer remains.
In a winter of hate.
Now it's time to weed out the weak.
As we rise above the veil.
Strenght still reigns in our hearts.
Through all the years of our strife.
In this disaster state.
Immortal outcasts will be.
Forced into the fray.
Upon our retrurn.
Resting days in the sun.
Will be our epitaph.
With nothing to gain.
They give up their reign.
And then they lose all their fate.
Theit lives' bane.
Their hope has been slain.
And their lives flow down the drain.
As they feed from the strain.
Their lives' bane.
They are lost within
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