From beyond come the storm
Landscapes turn to ash before my pressured eyes
Nothingness turns to nothingness
And my imagination fades like dustclouds over
This deserted land, feel to now satyricon
Wonder how stormclouds rage
And all you can feel is the cold winds of
Funeral times

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