A screaming comes across the sky,
Our cover now is blown.
For in a blink so fate did lie
Our destiny is shown.
The curtain pulled across the land
And in plain sight are we.
The cruel god holds the dice in hand:
To stand our ground or flee?
The screaming echoes through the hills
My future now unknown:
The enemy to try and kill,
But all my hopes are flown...
The scream continues from MY voice
my throat as dry as ash.
That fated scream, my cursed choice,
and down to Hell I crash.
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