They shall not die in a chain,
But hands together,
They will fall as one, in one circle,
All longevity now
While the sun burns the nearby hills,
The collapse builds and the scythe
Is drawn to flash at once,
This is death in our era.
They shall not die in a chain,
But hands together,
They will fall as one, in one circle,
All longevity now
While the sun burns the nearby hills,
The collapse builds and the scythe
Is drawn to flash at once,
This is death in our era.