Things were desolated in crimson
Everything was burned out
And nothing remains
Except for the stench of death
They are all sacrifices
Of this useless war
The sinister bell rings
All over in this world
Dirges will never be sung for those death tolls
Funerals will never be held for those victims
A rotten vision caught me
A thousand dead gazing at me
They implore for salvation
But no one can aid them
Doomed crimson souls are blazing
In the eternal disconsolate night...
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