The darkness is coming
Hear the voices of ghosts
Howling at the moon
Above a canopy of hands
Move with the wind
Blowing their leaves
Amoung the earth
Bang bang
Clack clack
They are comeing
Blowing their trumpets
The war is soon to begin
Blood will spill
Fires will torch the fields
Ashes will fall like snow
The dead will lay among
The moonlight
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