| Blinding light as the trumpets drone
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| Scorching the earth
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| Flesh turns to ash beneath the mushroom clouds
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| Darkness descends
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| I am the beginning
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| The inevitable end
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| Thriving in shadows where salted wounds mend
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| Severing the serpent’s head
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| Two grow back in its place instead
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| With an insatiable taste for blood
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| Without light, there is no darkness
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| Without darkness, there is no light
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| The unfathomable depths of my hatred descends
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| Encompassing the earth with the flames of my revenge
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| I am the product of the hate that you have for yourselves
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| You were always waiting in line at the gates of Hell
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| Reduced to ash
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| What’s left will burn
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| Scorching the earth
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| Flesh turns to ash beneath the mushroom clouds
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| Darkness descends
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| I am the beginning
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| The inevitable end
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| Thriving in shadows where salted wounds mend
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| Embrace the hatred in you
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| The sun turns black by the smoke from the flames
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| Return from whence you came
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| The earth return to a state of decay
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| Return from whence you came
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| Without light, there is no darkness
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| Without darkness, there is no light |