Retribution
and sowed the seeds of their doom
I found… found… found…
the room
Retribution
The war is coming. I see flames,
corpses on the streets
End of games
Goodbye sweets
Retribution
The ashes of burned cities
will be scattered by the wind
Nobody will say: «Please»
There is nothing behind
Retribution
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