The battle has begun
and slowly sinks the sun
devouring the light
delivering the night
to a war that will be won

The fate is known to none
the duel is not yet done
disposing dismay
desiring the day
but the race is not yet run

The hate is sown by one
who we do fear and shun
lingering long on the land
lumbering 'cross the sand
and silhouetted by the sun

The souls he will have won
from this we cannot run
and deep within
the sting of sin
says our pain will ne'er be done

The battle has begun
and slowly sinks the sun
devouring the light
delivering the night
to a war that won't be won


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