| Feed, the storm will feed
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| On the flesh of man relentlessly
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| Prophecies of a ludicrous mortal were set in stone
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| To crucify the ones that do not follow
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| Seed, inconspicuously they plant the seed
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| Of treachery
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| Baptized daily in disbelief
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| As logic subsides absurdities
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| Designed by dreams
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| I awaken
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| With clean eyes I see
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| An awakening
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| Annihilation induced by the luminous firestorm
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| A human mind soaks in apathy
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| Crushed to make pristine
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| Bound as slaves in effigy
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| A time for expiration
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| Oblivion awaits as we convert ourselves back into sand
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| Feed, the storm will feed
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| On the flesh of man relentlessly
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| Now we wait for the horsemen and the face of god
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| Now we wait for the grand alignment
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| Now we dwell in deceit and defeat
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| Now we wait upon the firestorm
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| Fearing when the heat approaches
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| For its presence will illuminate in the sky bringing forth annihilation
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| A blinding light dries up every well in sight
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| Pungent winds searing the flesh
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| Until the end of time
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| Hear the cacophony bellowing from the smoldering ash
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| Disregard the cries and pleas of agony from disobliging receptacles |