Mama, we all go to Hell

It's really quite pleasant
except for the smell.

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Menetics · 26-30, F

“We're damned after all
Through fortune and flame we fall
And if you can stay then I'll show you the way
To return from the ashes you call
We all carry on
When our brothers in arms are gone
So raise your glass high for tomorrow we die
And return from the ashes you call”