Mystics say the end of time, comes like vengeance bloodlust crime.
nights of morning frost and fire, tears of ice December's chior.
Winters dark and endless skies, came with warnings fear and lies.
Now the demons spread their wings, through cold and tired desperate wind.
When it feels like there's no way down, and time is marching you'll know,
Beams of fading light, can't you read the signs?,
disappearing light, death is in your eyes.

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