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The iron clang shatters the still world

With an iconic ringing and tolling;

Which rolls across the wide land and fell

Upon the ears of mortal men who stood

Waiting for the end to descend as a torrent.

Grey statues of men stood where souls

Have fled the flesh leaving mausoleums

Paying tribute to the onslaught of fire;

And hewn in place the pale faces fell

Planting into the soil they now feed.

The silence fills the hallowed spaces

And the iconic ringing and tolling

Has ceased and the still night has come;

Here the worms feast upon the fresh food

Which has been produced by the torrent.