A voice from above said it's time
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And everything stopped quickly
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Frightened electorate
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In the great mystery did not understand the meaning
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A wormwood star fell from the sky
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Sinful heads covered with fire
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Flesh dripped from the faces of those around
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Exposing horns and pig snouts
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Oh, then in the field they beat hooves to the beat
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Baphomet - People's Candidate
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With us Cthulhu and Azathoth -
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With us is the one with whom all hell will come
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Terribly preoccupied with the Last Judgment
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The local opera fell wet
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He emptied his service card right into the temple
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Seeing the greatness of darkness with my own eyes
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The flame melts us like paraffin
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He carried a hellish round dance above the earth
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Heads of reputable companies
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Bandits, cops, station rabble
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Here everyone will crumble into one okroshka
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Everything will be so - believe, do not believe
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Each to a juicy crust
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A spit will slowly turn over the flame
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I scored on all people, as if I had an imba
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And I meet doomsday under the roll of steel cymbals
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Our ending is already clear, there is no intrigue in it
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Again, the abyss opened before you, what is there to think - jump!
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Jump, head down, because everything will burn to hell anyway
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Jump, head down, because everything will burn to hell anyway
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Jump, head down, because everything will burn to hell anyway
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Everything will burn to hell anyway, here everything will burn to hell anyway
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Jump, head down, because everything will burn to hell anyway
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Jump, head down, because everything will burn to hell anyway
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Jump, head down, because everything will burn to hell anyway
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Everything will burn to hell anyway, here everything will burn to hell anyway
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Having sharpened the bird of happiness under vodka
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The dead woke up in crypts (woke up in crypts)
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Went to the bottom of the submarine
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Missiles fell, braces crumbled
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The black raven roars again
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Over your head in search of dinner
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Only the wind whistles over the ashes
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Easily sweeping away past victories
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The rumble of bagpipes and vuvuzela
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Nergal is with us, Beelzebub is with us
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Gehenna fiery predatory pharynx
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Growing underground rumble
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The world turned upside down
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Powerlessly wilted torn harmonica
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Do not pay off with papers (burning)
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Burning useless midge
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I scored on all people, as if I had an imba
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And I meet doomsday under the roll of steel cymbals
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Our ending is already clear, there is no intrigue in it
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Again, the abyss opened up before you, what is there to think - jump!
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Jump, head down, because everything will burn to hell anyway
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Jump, head down, because everything will burn to hell anyway
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Jump, head down, because everything will burn to hell anyway
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Everything will burn to hell anyway, here everything will burn to hell anyway
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Jump, head down, because everything will burn to hell anyway
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Jump, head down, because everything will burn to hell anyway
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Jump, head down, because everything will burn to hell anyway
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Everything will burn to hell anyway, here everything will burn to hell anyway
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Jump, head down, because everything will burn to hell anyway
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Jump, head down, because everything will burn to hell anyway
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Jump, head down, because everything will burn to hell anyway
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Everything will burn to hell anyway, here everything will burn to hell anyway |