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Exitium, bring us peace within
The ruin.
Grant us this release,
Our tongues are falling away.
We are the chosen children
Soldiers turned to clay
Gone are the golden wings of gossamer
And the circumstance of decay

We cry for sweet Lenore
Gone away
Shall I slam the door
Or is this the beginning?
Bold are the brazen drones
That mold and violate
Change is the unattained
The goal we seek
Has withered alone and afraid
We cry and plead for war,
Gone astray
Man’s greed has damned us all
The anthem of the living.

Lenore has been chosen
She is the leader
We shall follow her blindly
But beware,
The rabbit whole is deep.

We cry for sweet Lenore
Gone away
Shall I slam the door
Withered alone and afraid.
We cry and plead for war,
Gone astray
Man’s greed has damned us all
The anthem of the living.

This is the ending of all time
This is our exitium
These are our last words,
Our last songs
This is our swansong
I am the last revolution
Turn me backward and bastardize me.

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