rotting
corpses all around me
cleansed of all that is
good and evil
judgement
no longer exists
we're alone to walk this earth
with nothing but fists
held high
a desperate cry for justice
solstice
turn around the page
for a blank new start
this is the time
the world is ours
to change
the future is strange
but holds great secrets
a pandora box
this is it
this is
the new order
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 8:54 PM UTC
rotting
corpses all around me
cleansed of all that is
good and evil
judgement
no longer exists
we're alone to walk this earth
with nothing but fists
held high
a desperate cry for justice
solstice
turn around the page
for a blank new start
this is the time
the world is ours
to change
the future is strange
but holds great secrets
a pandora box
this is it
this is
the new order
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