Ad Finem Omnia - Doomed to Death
The driest desert
Is looking for
Quenching its thirst
For human blood
They stand together
To resist
The marching boots
Of the grim reaper
One final doubt
Buys some time
For death has cast
Its shadow
Thousands
To a mass grave
Thousands
Doomed to death
The scent of pestilence
Fills up the air
Below the pool of blood
The soil claims the dead
The bright sun
Of summer solstice
Grows colder and colder
As blood gets spilled
Only terror
Is what's left
Anger and sorrow
Take over
Vengeance
In the form
Of assassination
The scent of pestilence
Fills up the air
Below the pool of blood
The soil claims the dead
The bright sun
Of summer solstice
Grows colder and colder
As blood gets spilled
Thousands
To a mass grave
Thousands
Doomed to death
Written by:
Ricardo Araya
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