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The Coming

KnightWolf '96


The North lands call
calling like that of a mother
who has lost her children
Screaming through the soul, rebirth
The open, festering scabs on the Mother beckons also
who will answer the call
Foul twisting of corrupt Nature
Cesspools full of the lost children
they fight for nothing
We are all children of the Mother
Brothers and sisters to all
man is man, everything else is meaningless
They fight for material gains, existing for a material existence
Then Death, so sudden, unexpected
nothing truly learned
Let it come
They will never be prepared
who will choose to live
and who will choose just to exist
Stop the running
Stop the lies
The Day is coming