There’s rain on a whistling wind

Resounding in the east

Boiling young blood

With ancestral war cries  

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Will they hold the line

When the heavens erupt

Suffocating the day

With soldiering columns

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Their sights trace the horizon

In the earth’s new wounds

Before armored swarms

Have bred their inferno

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Will we bear the same scars

When the smoke drifts away?

Who will twist and turn

Forevermore in the night?