Wake up now, this is the time you've waited for.
Far below, where shadows fester as they grow,
An army thousands strong, obsessed by right and wrong,
They sense their time is coming near.
So they turn towards the light from their region of the night,
Marching on and on,
They near the air, it won't be long.
You know you're on the way out,
It's just a matter of time.
You thought you'd rule the world forever,
Long live the king, and don't spare the loser.
After all, you're not what you thought you were at all.
wrong
where
another
aware
world
sense
fester
approaches
starts
spare
fight
forever
strong
light
extinct
marching
escape
almost
waited
after
matter
dreams
below
coming
stories
deadly
knows
right
shadow
thousands
emerges
unfeeling
night
natural
maybe
obsessed
prime
loser
until
region
shadows
still
there
their
those
thought
towards
untold
trail
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