| 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 |