Can you feel it, you know it's coming
The ground is shaking and the night is cold dead
Rivers bleeding, tree line melting
Sweat pouring down your soot stained head
Can you hear it, it's surely coming
The cannons coughing up their mountains of dead
Heavy breathing, tired of running
can't stay here and you shouldn't go there
Pray to heaven,
That these days won't be long
Stand fast in knowing
You'll be sheltered in the storm
Can you smell it, it's all around you
See the fire dancing in the trees
Choking, sweating, in the knowing
Not everyone was meant to see
You can't give up now, just keep on going
Push to limits that you've never known
Fight the panic, conceal the dread
And the perception that you're better off dead
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