Out

Look to the blurry white and the shadows

Look to the dead

 

They are calling you to the meadows of the perished

Burn inside your head

Anger festers in their hearts when they see your denial

Don’t let go,

You are on your move now.

 

In Hell they all await your arrival

Speak as loud as the thunder,

Your army will breach the gates of heaven.

 

Speak as loud as the thunder,

Look to the white church and the shadows on the wall.

Look to the dead

They are leading you safely on the long journey

Look for your home, you are returning

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