Dark Spectrum
the soil is sour
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Let them come, the dead will rise
We will hold our ground, as we grip onto our lives
There's no more room for silence
The stench of death fills the air
All that remains is a life of despair
They surround me from everywhere
I hear the fall of my humanity
As I crumble into insanity
Let them come, the dead will rise
We will hold our ground, as we grip onto our lives
The will to survive ignites in me like the fire of life
As I drive forth, darkness shadows the eternal light
This barren wasteland has swallowed me whole
The soil is sour
The soil is sour