Slaughtered seraphs
Their corpses they form a path
Walk the trail of the dead
Here in false heaven
Her memories hemorrhaging from my head
I begged for them to spare her life
Annihilate the rest of us
Take humanity instead
The tore her limb from limb
Destroyed my lover right in front of me
Her mist in the wind
My dearly beloved
The moon to my ocean
I couldn't save you
Bur your death is a means to the end of invasion
The death of damnation
I couldn't save you
But they will not erase you
The death of damnation
A cylinder of sapphire stone
Inhales me to unknown
As the redeemer i wield the blade
Humanity not slain
Humanity not slain!
My dearly beloved
The moon to my ocean
I couldn't save you
Bur your death is a means to the end of invasion
The death of damnation
I couldn't save you
But they will not erase you
The death of damnation
My dearly beloved
The moon to my ocean
I couldn't save you
Bur your death is a means to the end of invasion
The death of damnation
I couldn't save you
But they will not erase you
The death of damnation
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