A beach of dust I need to move it's not a choice but a must running through the Birch wood trees and suddenly a how can it be a force appears right before my eyes
He swings his sword the end is nigh woah oh.Im waking up I feel it in my veins going back for my remains.Welcome to the new stage to the new stage welcome to the new stage to the new stage woah oh woah oh.I raise my pick put on my clothes it's a revolution I supposed.ill paint them red the fight is on.here I come back from gone but thrown back to spawn I had enough I'm waking up.i feel it in my vein going back for my remains.

You know how long this took