In the hour zero will come a bell
Giving waking to the oncoming hell
Dead men pouring through blackened gate
Spreading like venom their soured hate
In the hour zero will come a moment
Every life's breath in cursed torment
Each fighting for at chance at life
Each opportunity balanced on the point of a knife
In the hour zero comes a scream
Of a memory gone torn out of dream
Crying and thrashing against visions of pain
Praying to God they come never again
In the hour zero it becomes true
About what wrath I might face for you
Let not sacrifice be carried in vain
And swear unto this life remain.
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