The distant grumble,
And the music screams,
Beyond the flesh and bones,
Searching the souls...
A moment of flashback,
From the grave of past,
Beauty in harsh violence,
Just to settle ancient retort,
As their is no tomorrow.
Death begins in the eyes,
As all hope fades away,
But dead are not lost,
They bloom in the sky...
Chimes of unearthed,
And the difference,
Between gray and gold,
Dead are not dead,
They breathe in,
Those dispassionate eyes,
And smile on sun,
From time to time...
The rain of blood,
From the soul of your corpse,
A thread that connects destiny,
And this will go forever,
And when you face me,
You will remember,
Your wild eyes,
Will travel inward,
In search of salvation...
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