Setian Massacre

Screaming in agony

Cries fill the air

Eyes once full of hope

Shedding tears of despair

All that they've ever known is dead

Fire reigns from above

Iron birds of dread

All that they ever loved is dead

All that they ever dreamt is dead

Yet there's a glint of hope

If the chosen can survive

In secret the ten thousand hide

East in the mountains

The chosen bide their time

The Clouding, our strike on mankind

Temples are burning

Streets soaked with blood

Heed the prophecy

Destiny is done

All that they ever loved is dead

All that they ever dreamt is dead

Yet there's a glint of hope

If the chosen can survive

In secret the ten thousand hide

East in the mountains

The chosen bide their time

The Clouding, our strike on mankind

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