Slowly, breath gives way,
But not our identity,
Slowly...
Slowly, the light fades away,
But not our brightness,
Slowly...
All your bullets have done,
Is set our souls free.
And we still live on,
We are inferi.
As the night grows long,
Our spirits grow strong.
We are here to prey on you...
Slowly...
Arsh...
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