There is only one night to live
And it is the longest black veil
Constantly draped over our eyes
Until the cloth runs out
But we will never go quietly
Because our hearts have taught us
To fight until there is nothing left
As these sad lands are our only friends

How does it feel to be a rider in the night
The wind whipping across our backs
Never stopping ceaseless creativity
Destruction is our dear sister now
Kiss her on her icy forehead
She perpetually grants new opportunities
To make everything nothing that matters
To destroy unending dreams with a glance

In the morning she leaves only rubble
Still the finest material to make the world again new

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