As pink strikes above dark hills,
The sky turns into white fumes,
The waters glow so shallow,
A long silence strikes so narrow,
Nights of cold, cold as ice'
Nights of terror full of darkness,
Spans and ploughs so deep,
Deep and Deep,
Black sluggards sleep
Stay awake,
O, Livelihood
Stay awake,
For blood has no doors in your night...
Stay awake.
Beware....
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