An ultimate fight
With shapeless coil
Nature enthroned
By chaos it venge
Intention delirious
Is mirrored on earth
And now uncontrolled
Another artifical sun
Away from wicked life convulsion
Away from forms that is so usual
With stairs of bones that drowing us in future
Among the smiling skulls
An ultimate fight
For one freedom drop
Spreaded on way
Of lies and kill of as itself
Within our blindness
And with less of guide
Yet despond to find a reason
That we're still alive in empty coil
When second sun is rise again
When air to breath become unfit
Eventually live a chanse
Redempt to all of us
...No one left to engrave our names...
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