| Beyond the rolling thunder
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| Lie demons shouting battle cries
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| And they’ll rise
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| Here in the cursed wasteland
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| Through your apocalyptic eyes
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| Our demise
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| Hell bent on resurrection
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| Bringing us back to life
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| Unleash your dark confessions
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| Tell us what lies in the night
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| Old spells of fire and fury
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| Painting these hallows red
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| We’ll be the risen champions
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| Back again from the dead
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| Within our graves forsaken
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| Let rot the spirits left behind
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| Our hollow minds
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| We’ve seen the edge of chaos
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| Been to the bottom, felt the flame
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| Of endless pain
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| Hell bent on resurrection
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| Bringing us back to life
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| Unleash your dark confessions
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| Tell us what lies in the night
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| Old spells of fire and fury
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| Painting these hallows red
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| We’ll be the risen champions
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| Back again from the dead
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| Let loose your inhibitions
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| Channel your innermost desire
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| Revive this hell and all its fire
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| Bring forth a revolution
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| With hordes of followers beside
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| We’ll never die
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| Hell bent on resurrection
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| Bringing us back to life
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| Unleash your dark confessions
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| Tell us what lies in the night
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| Old spells of fire and fury
|
| Painting these hallows red
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| We’ll be the risen champions
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| Back again from the dead |