When the cities burn
When people feed on each other
When we pay a long postponed visit to the stone age
Many will fall
like sacks of grain
And many will be fed upon
Smoke will arise
from collective graves
or uncovered bodies
possibly one of them yours
I will stay
I'll live on
I have to rule the aftermath
When people feed on each other
When we pay a long postponed visit to the stone age
Many will fall
like sacks of grain
And many will be fed upon
Smoke will arise
from collective graves
or uncovered bodies
possibly one of them yours
I will stay
I'll live on
I have to rule the aftermath
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