field of plague extends blackness has fallen to cover all...we lost sight of...pillars will cumble fear has seized the heart of man weakened by religion and open to control from the hand of the desolate heart smoke rose from fields burnt by their thoughts carried on the wind storm grows winter as the dream stand long fields burning in the breeze frozen sky cold as the ice within there were those who walked the line into this way from time see you in the hot country.
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