| Storm — descends in hellish reign, a blight upon the skies
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| Run — all hope is now in vain, there is only time left to die
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| Fire — unfolds its choking grasp, a nuclear pyre upon which to burn
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| Scream — a nation breathes it’s last, man is now ashes and the world is his urn
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| The storm before the calm
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| A darkness without dawn
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| All hope and life is gone
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| With the storm before the calm
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| Burn — in throes of genocide, breath comes in fatal fumes
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| Choke — on toxic winds death rides, decrying all our dooms
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| Lost — the game ends in checkmate, and this time no one wins
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| Dead — we’ll see the truth too late, everyone dies for one man’s sins
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| The storm before the calm
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| A darkness without dawn
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| All hope and life is gone
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| With the storm before the calm
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| We can no longer pretend
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| That there is beginning, without end
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| And now, we must come to the end
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| Skies — stretch blackened overhead, an endless ebony tomb
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| Earth — crumbles beneath the dead, despoiled and consumed
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| Dead — ashes shroud to the land, to bury all our bones
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| Calm — a somber day at hand, a funeral with none left to mourn
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| The storm before the calm
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| A darkness without dawn
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| All hope and life is gone
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| With the storm before the calm |