LYRIC

The vultures wait
In violent skies

Go rest your head
Under the storm
The end is near
Your suns will set soon

A violent heat
Burned on to skin
Recall it's time
The desert lives
For us to die
A heartless enemy
Your suns will set soon

Everywhere
The shadows faces

No light is spared

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