.Scythe's cold edge thrust
Spreading blood on their face
Bells toll the coming of their final days
Red flowers growing
To mark all our tears
The pain and the anguish
We're planting the seeds
Reaching forward, through the dark
Dead, marching forward, much colder than th.
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