The threat is dying as I fight
The move I made was still far from right.
You are safe but still in pain
And I'm the one to blame.
We seek shelter alone in caves
The sea below us thrashing waves.
One by one onto the shore
you smile at the scene.
As the moon begins to rise
Our friends find us in such suprise.
We were thought to have perished
in the burning hell of home.
Again the creatures of the night
come to us again to fight.
The stakes are our souls if we fail
we shall be consumed.
I stand there as I shout
"If our souls are ripped out,
it will still be known to all
that we stood here and fought."
Ballad of the failing world, Part 3
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