At the time when the clock dies,
when blood fills up our crimson skies,
When the world will not blink,
as every heart begins to sink,
as in life, the death will end,
The Laughing Lord, our souls he'll send,
lives will rage, like the fire,
bodies burn as funeral pyre,
Humans struggle vainly, in their shadowed cage.....
- Wash away the rage.
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