the planet is shaking
no borders
The walking of the peoples
Everything's fine.
where we're not here.
You gotta defend yourself.
Or get killed.
There's a war coming
to a company from spring
Stork storks
The boys march
from large cities
from tiny villages
They'll shoot.
follow orders
We were so young.
Girls throw flowers
The boys are marching
The planet burns wet with blood
four riders
I'm here.
You'll fight in your chest
Every prophecy is actual
The end is close
She looks beautiful.
Thy kingdom come
Amen.
