It's Still Life

The Overlap

On that night, the veil fell,
while trumpets loud did swell,
and the hoards of souls
whose fates were sealed,
took their hand to sword.
And all their deeds were ignored,
from smouldering flames
to fortune and fame as
they marched in fatal mass.
Through towns they passed
pandemonium trailed
from the thinning of the veil.

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