| The sky if falling, it’s vomiting fire
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| over the mournful earth
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| Mekk scour the land in search of sanctuary
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| Seven decades of pestilence
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| haunt the living detrtus
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| Can no one escape the mark of the beast?
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| Rivers overflow with sorrow as
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| humanity drowns in war
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| Man feasts upon his brother’s demise
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| All monuments to triumph
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| have been destroyed
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| Have we all paid tribute to the beast?
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| «Surely this is the end»
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| Cried the confessor
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| «Perhaps the seals have been broken,
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| I can hear the horns of the angels blaze»
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| They streak across the deepest sunset
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| He cradled his holy book
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| His last breath exhausted in despair
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| Under the poisonous embers
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| of the final sun
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| And darkness descended
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| Eons haven’t witnessed a night so cold
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| Pierces the skin, chills the veins
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| Hearts of the believers are frozen
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| Under a frigid, limitless darkness
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| Survivors emerged from hiding
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| to find a black earth
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| Trembling with betrayal, they indict,
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| «He never came!»
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| Weary bodies huddle in futility
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| Clinging to life (like decaying parasites)
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| As death walks the land
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| Victim to…
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| The frigid silence of eternity
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| Disturbed by moans of despair
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| If you listen close
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| You can almost hear the
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| cackling of the beast
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| On the cusp of desolate winds |