Wandering shades of the deathly world,
hurricane winds carrying life away.
Coming ages of haze absorb all living
as the last danse macabre is performing.
Time has died away with the funeral march
killing remains of hope with the venomous air.
Ray of light disappears in blazes of inevitability
surely devouring the souls of mortals.
Waves of Death overflowing the coast of despair,
mushroom cloud will ring as the last accord
in the music of our Hate.
Bones erased to dust merging with the dirt
through the danse macabre.
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