Coraxo – Ghosts
Genre Rock


Cataclysm that no one saw coming
It happened so quickly
We had no time to react

The enemy has won, for now we must flee
11 of us, two children nine adults
Take only what you can carry
We must move quickly before they find us here
Journey on into the wasteland
We must hide from the oppressors
Something shines in the horizon
Glimmer of hope, an old metal salvage yard
In the middle of the desert we take camp herе
Seems to be a good place to set up a basе for our operation
Now we must put up a plan

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