Sign
It madness or it nightmare, I'm not sure
I saw our world, its beauty and its purity
Burned of fire rain, there is no cure
I saw the death, I saw the bloody scythe
I hear the cries of thousands of lives
I saw the terror, how the living dies
Grim reaper has no pity in his eyes
Cry and scream are covered the Earth
Praying for help and salvation
Burning in fire, there no hope for souls
This is our last destination
And I’m awake, and I saw light of dawn
I’m not insane, and this is not a dream
The final day, it had already come
And blood, is flowing down like stream
I walked through the desert of the bones
Our world is grave, where we destroyed ourselves
I can't believe, and staying there alone
I heard only, whisper of death
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