As they sound the trumpet
Only Buely Brothers
They stand clear agaist the night
Their light Shining with holy clarity.
Singing out Singing proud.
The day has died.
Their Trupets call.
The crows Still warning
Oceans of blood boiling
Orgasims of pain
A thousand years of peace for a trillion of pain.
All fallen
all never more
Only Buely Brothers.
 
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