As I stand with my heart on fire
And my hair all caked in mud
All the spires on the city's tattered walls
Celebrate the child's blood
All the backstabbed and the damned
Fall to pieces in her hands
But underneath these sunken streets
You can hear dissension creep
From the lives in the fallow fields below
All await an endless tomb
Clerics wail in a serenade to dawn
Underneath this ceaseless gloom
High above they feast on flesh
Till they can barely catch their breaths
But down below our bodies ache
Swear we won't make the same mistakes
But it's happening again
Morning comes after centuries of night
In a swirl of blood and fire
New flags wave looking like the flags of yore
All atop this city's spires
Marching on
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