IN UNISON
MEMORY DRIVEN
GENRE
The days are grey
Without a sun
The nights are dark
The oppressive run
Around the last dying embers
Their faces washed out
By the colorless sky
Loudly protesting the cold
The people can all sense the light
Their minds all shouting praise
In unison
They know they must be right
The fallen wail
With glowing eyes
Of woe and suffering
They gorge themselves
On the darkness of it all
Wе mourn the footfalls
Of our lost souls dancing near
A sound of rhythmic beating
Thеy thought they knew
How could they save themselves
Slow is their comprehension
The face of such tortured malice
Unknowing begets unknowing
Shrouded spirits of hinterlands
Descend upon us all
Without a sun
The nights are dark
The oppressive run
Around the last dying embers
Their faces washed out
By the colorless sky
Loudly protesting the cold
The people can all sense the light
Their minds all shouting praise
In unison
They know they must be right
The fallen wail
With glowing eyes
Of woe and suffering
They gorge themselves
On the darkness of it all
Wе mourn the footfalls
Of our lost souls dancing near
A sound of rhythmic beating
Thеy thought they knew
How could they save themselves
Slow is their comprehension
The face of such tortured malice
Unknowing begets unknowing
Shrouded spirits of hinterlands
Descend upon us all
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