| Chaos, fear, turmoil, despair
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| Millions dazed, trapped in the snare
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| The ancient vexer spinning its web
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| A degenerate spider in an infinite lab!
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| What lies beyond the blood moon?
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| Will the end occur too soon?
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| What lies beneath the bloody tribute?
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| The ancient vexer devoured our roots!
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| Trembling sagacity, what is to come?
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| Dread of a fireball’s strike from beyond
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| Shivering grounds in a growing rage
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| Prepar to face the final stage!
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| «Tals of the ancients»
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| Ridiculed and scorned!
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| Antediluvian spirits fight
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| To propagate the stygian night!
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| Like a helix spinning free
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| Moving on continuously
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| A serpent is coming quietly
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| 'til it swallows society
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| Forever spinning humanity, eliminating sobriety
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| Who will find the little vent, to be set free?! |