Cimmerian
Heaven is empty...
No redemption, just despair.
The roses wilt and wither,
While we're all gasping for air.
There's insanity in the water,
And contention all around.
As hatred runs amok...
Always wearing us down.
The echoes are lost...
With nowhere to go –
The silence in the walls
That tells them so.
We're all alone now,
Searching for that gentle hand to hold –
As the world goes to Hell...
We've lost all control.
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