As a boy walks down a street,
As the leaves slowly fall,
As the end draws near,
As the fire of rage is sparked,
As her tears begin to fall,
As the blood begins to drip,
As death shows its face,
As the world approaches its fate.
As a boy walks down a street, As the leaves slowly fall, As the end draws near, As the fire of rage is sparked, As her tears begin to fall, As the blood begins to drip, As death shows its face, As the world approaches its fate. |

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