Pegasus flew over the barren
The sun set with the moon
A sepia tint on my landscape
The horizon will sing my tune
The Brothers Grim, we stand
Together In these Wastelands
And "As the cricket gives no relief"
We'll show you fear in a handful of dust
The Brothers Grim, to conquer
My sepia tinted place
And left behind a Damocles sword
In what was a serene face
Behold, Pegasus has to fly
He has no destination
The Brothers Grim, they sing
We'll show you fear in a handful of dust
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