The flames burned bright Inside their tents at night Their screams pierced the sky As civilisation continued to die
The flames burned bright Inside their tents at night Their screams pierced the sky As civilisation continued to die
They held each other close, and turned their backs upon the end. The hills that split asunder, and the black that ate the skies; The flames that shot so high and hot that even dragons burned, Would never be the final sights that fell upon their eyes. A fly upon a wall, the waves …
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