| Emerge from nothing, pounding fists
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| Rise from the shadow, rising mists
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| Agonising shrieks of violence
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| Blasting wave of abhorrence
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| Born of fire, steam clouds
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| Light the skies in copper globes
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| Blasting wave of abhorrence, born of fire!
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| Vapula omega
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| Blind labour, sour tissues
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| Weaving threads, thin like veins
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| Sheets of skin scroll down in bleeding oil
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| The atonement is coming down
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| Hammers and wheels are at work
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| As the silent humachines regulate the iron thrust
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| Ticking in rounds, the infernal movement fevers their flesh
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| Shredding apart the primal pride left inside
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| The human world is self-abolished
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| Emerge from nothing
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| Pounding fists
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| Rise from the shadow
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| Rising mists
|
| Agonising shrieks of violence
|
| Blasting wave of abhorrence
|
| Born of fire, steam clouds
|
| Light the skies in copper globes
|
| Blasting wave of abhorrence
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| Vapula omega |