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Black Glass
With a blast of hellish light.
Comes the final nuclear strike.
End of days, it seems so clear.
This will be the last year.
Start the clock from zero now.
Start it over again.
Once we tear the old world down.
Our new world can begin.
On fields of black glass where our cities once stood.
In the ashes of mountains, oceans and woods.
There is nothing left but our burned remains.
Our kind must have gone insane.
Still we stand and strive to live.
Yet we fight to stay alive.
Every last effort we give.
In the hopes that some may survive.
Fighting through the clouds of smoke.
Flecks of black dust once our friends.
Underneath a black storming sky.
We can't stay here, descend!
On fields of black glass where our cities once stood.
In the ashes of mountains, oceans and woods.
There is nothing left but our burned remains.
Our kind must have gone insane.
Beneath the darkened burning remains of the overworld's cities.
A few brave souls began to build subterranean caverns.
Soon mankind would live below the remnants of their fallen kingdoms.
...
But, hidden in the caverns deep in the Earth's crust.
Something awaited them.
An ancient power of might beyond our wildest dreams.
In the secret caves of succession!
On fields of black glass where our cities once stood.
In the ashes of mountains, oceans and woods.
There is nothing left but our burned remains.
Our kind must have gone insane.
Comes the final nuclear strike.
End of days, it seems so clear.
This will be the last year.
Start the clock from zero now.
Start it over again.
Once we tear the old world down.
Our new world can begin.
On fields of black glass where our cities once stood.
In the ashes of mountains, oceans and woods.
There is nothing left but our burned remains.
Our kind must have gone insane.
Still we stand and strive to live.
Yet we fight to stay alive.
Every last effort we give.
In the hopes that some may survive.
Fighting through the clouds of smoke.
Flecks of black dust once our friends.
Underneath a black storming sky.
We can't stay here, descend!
On fields of black glass where our cities once stood.
In the ashes of mountains, oceans and woods.
There is nothing left but our burned remains.
Our kind must have gone insane.
Beneath the darkened burning remains of the overworld's cities.
A few brave souls began to build subterranean caverns.
Soon mankind would live below the remnants of their fallen kingdoms.
...
But, hidden in the caverns deep in the Earth's crust.
Something awaited them.
An ancient power of might beyond our wildest dreams.
In the secret caves of succession!
On fields of black glass where our cities once stood.
In the ashes of mountains, oceans and woods.
There is nothing left but our burned remains.
Our kind must have gone insane.
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