The ballad echoes down the street,
while the voices change their color by day fall.
If you turn the dimension,
you turn the wave.
Acquaint with tragedy,
as it becomes stagnant.
Rise with the downfall of the world,
spread chaos through the ears of trees.
Stand by the shadows of dusk.
The malice swarms the fertile land.
As fear delves the sunshine,
the circle of life breaks,
The race sleeps,
The ballad plays,
The world ceases.
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