Orbit Culture — Wings of Dragons

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The gateway’s open.
They’ve heard their call.
Thunder among the mountains.
The rain has yet to fall.

The sky has darkened.
Our army’s small.
Our days are counted.
The end of all.

I remember herds
Of people screaming in fire.
I remember storms
by the wings of a dragon.

Can’t feel my hands
from the climb up the wall.
When death emerge
we’ll see the dawn one last time.

The fire’s sweeping.
And when the flesh has hardened.
Our life’s aberration.
Turns dust to with the kill.

The sky has blackened.
Our army’s none.
Our life’s in furnace.
The end of all.

I remember herds
Of people screaming in fire.
I remember storms
by the wings of a dragon.

Can’t feel my hands
from the climb up the wall.
When death emerge
we’ll see the light one last time.

The rain, help us gods.
The reckoning of our fallen.
In flames, the world stands still.
Flames and ashes in our homeland.

Flames.