In the shadow of oblivious
I sense the death creeping out
In a dense fog of wrath
Our time will be cut short
Flair of madness
sparking out of your eyes
Swallowing all what I so adore
Disapearing in a sea of pride
The futur, the past, the present
All in big confusion
when this strikes you
i don't see you seeing me
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