It's Dark Here
It's dark here,and full of death,
it's loud here,
and full of death.
I long for quiet,
peace and calmness,
I wait for the quiet,
peace and calmness.
I'm tired of quick words,
and quicker assumptions,
I'm sick of quick words,
and quicker assumptions.
I'm prepared for war,
for battle, for blood.
I'm ready for war,
for battle for blood.
I'm preparing for the end,
for lightness, for the sun,
I'm holding on for the end,
for lightness, for the son.
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