| Lo! |
| Lo and behold
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| The world laid before you
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| It takes new forms
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| It grows, Before long
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| The land will smolder
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| And chaos will overflow
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| From the peaks
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| To the seas
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| Ignition from the inner channels
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| Through the mantle death now travels
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| From the core
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| Wherein is stored
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| A molten mortar waiting for
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| A vent to open for fire to flow
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| Deposit ash
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| Stone turned to glass
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| Through small eruptions, the mountain born
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| As the quake contribute to the storm
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| Now out from the cold
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| The world has flourished
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| The soil flush with warmth
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| It grows, before long
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| The land will reap spoils
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| The flora in overgrowth
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| From the peaks
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| To the seas
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| Ignition from the inner channels
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| Through the mantle death now travels
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| From the core
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| Wherein is stored
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| A molten mortar waiting for
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| A vent to open for fire to flow
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| Deposit ash
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| Stone turned to glass
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| Through small eruptions, the mountain born
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| As the quake contribute to the storm
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| The terrathaw, the mist it breaks and lifts
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| The rising of the oceans create tidal shifts
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| Tectonic collisions shake the fragile earth
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| The quake creates a path from hell to the surface
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| From the core
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| Wherein is stored
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| A molten mortar waiting for
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| A vent to open for fire to flow
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| Deposit ash
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| Stone turned to glass
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| Through small eruptions, the mountain born
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| As the quake contribute to the storm
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| The mountain born |