What is light but cold and thoughtless

Effervescent souls brought to slaughter

The writing tells of deeds undone

Of glory taken and fools cast out

A world without fear, so they say

But the day turns to night

And the dark comes to play

To take back all it once knew

Before the world eschewed its face

Or knew to give its voice a name

Oh yes, there was a time indeed

When beasts were men, hungry to feed

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