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Still hear their voices calling to me
Transmissions from the alter dimension
From my kind
Still trapped in war
Without our help they are going to die
They need our power for revealing the skies
The cold grey shadows are making plasmic snow
It burns so cold it goes straight through the bone
They're deleting my home
