A Vengeance
The shade of the weathercock
Points to the graveyard,
An abandoned tombstone waits
For the day immorality
Returns to the world of the purest
As they name it
They will come back with
A Vengeance
A thousand years of digging
Not the earth but the time
The home a fathom below
Now the time have come
They say
The souls are here at last
No mercy they will show
A point to be made
War is the only way
Blood the only ink
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