Gaze upon the ancient cities
A broken throne of a dying king
Now see the skies, it´s charred remains
And try to hear a dead bird sing
Black dawn comes - Our blessing becomes our curse
To watch decay, as once written
The lord forever, dies insane
His lies caught up with their creator
The dead bid never sings again
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