Black rivers flow,
Solid and cold.
Stretched for eternity,
Trampled by imperfection.
Metal giants tower in the sky,
Gazing below to the chaos of the flesh.
Red rivers flow
And stain the black,
As a voice is silenced
By the end of a scorching barrel.
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| Nightmare of Eden Black rivers flow, Solid and cold. Stretched for eternity, Trampled by imperfection. Metal giants tower in the sky, Gazing below to the chaos of the flesh. Red rivers flow And stain the black, As a voice is silenced By the end of a scorching barrel. |
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