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Walking under broken streets lights, of a long dark forgotten worlds,
I can only hear ravens, perching like gargoyles with might
Vines reach through the broken pavements, reaching grey green concrete summits,
All the warriors really died, the last of us were gone from sight,
Mercenaries hope for victory, fell short they could not hold the fight,
All the tunnels were so so dark, there was no way to show the light,
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It was unexpected, the fall; how the rain of thunder came so,
We were expected to last long, but our equipment failed fast,
How we long waited for weapons, that never arrived, we soon died,
We were so wrong for so so long, nothing it seems would ever last
The whole country is simply gone, the war was simply to vast,
Why did we follow the wealthy, In the end we lost with no broadcaste,
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So many innocent poeple, they just died in vain for a cause,
They died for promised home and lands,
Died under the banner of old, for men who don't fight for true peace,
Everything was going to vanish, as I walk through this barren lands,
All this was Europes great demise, medieval became futures sands
From black space how it all happened, missiles launched finding its land,
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Walking passed old broken streets lights, of a long dark forgotten worlds,
Children's playground lay in fine dust, a teddy bear sits staring cold,
Feminine bracelets sit and glow, holding memories trapped in gold,
Travelling through after it all ended, in an old landrover still cold,
How all countries failed to help, but beacons sit with black gold,
There are still large trucks travelling, on broken roads on lands all sold.

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