Текст песни Psyclon Nine - But, with a whimper

Can you hear the trumpets call? Coming on the clouds of our eternal winter? Our heavens shed not tears of pain

But of acid rain as the ashen feathers fall as snow Give my love to those who stay behind In the form of a bullet, give to us the promise of an end
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