Some proclaimed it was the seventh gate
Some forebode it was the heaven’s wake
Yet in the end it was us
All along
In the nest of ten thousand cranes
At long last we smothered the flame
Though not in the advent of the long aspired calm
The trees still stand so tall
Reddened corpses that breathe no more
A songless headstone for the fallen
For the proud
Burn
I command you – burn
And bring back what was taken
It was taken twice
Behold the brand
The mark of plague
Our savior of molten flesh
Paint the clouds with darkness
My song it echoes
A wordless plea of pain
After a moment of eternity
It slowly falters and fades away
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