| The Ionian fire — it flickers and falls in the cold wind
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| In the streets, the cities ablazing
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| The final descent, the spirals turning;
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| The barricades are breaking
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| At breakneck speed, a celestial pestilence descends upon the world
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| And delivers a sacred gift of everlasting death
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| Get on board the ship, it’s sinking
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| The barricades are breaking!
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| Annihilate, envenom, impregnate!
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| Decimate — reduce to ashes. |
| A war of attrition
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| A sullen contrition, the stench of redemption
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| We have no need of your salvation
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| Raise the standard from the broken city walls
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| Another harbinger of doom, a herald of annihilation
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| Get on board the ship, it’s sinking
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| The barricades are breaking!
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| Can’t you hear the wolves at the door?
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| The barricades are breaking! |