We cry our tears, and hope for naught, Our shoulders bowed, Our hearts torn open,
For now upon the beating ground, Resonates a dreadful sound, That full of portent and of woe Shakes the world unto its soul.
As heaven’s judgment hits our crown, And sunders all unto the ground, Our faith, a lie, torn and broken, Is cast aside in dire rage, Where worlds were burned and souls controlled, Lies our newest fate untold.
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