| Scorch and burn, make us free
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| We bring inhuman greed
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| End of time is here
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| One by one, dust to dust
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| The doomsday dice is cast
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| We’ll never fall from grace
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| All I feel, piercing winds
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| I will always trust the broken sphere
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| Be the uncorrupted ones that shall stand firm
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| Be the ones above the flock
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| Get ahead the darkest of days
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| Breathe the life as it flows out of them
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| Become the strongest king
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| Nihil morte certius
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| Raptured gods bless our kind
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| Upon these blossomed minds
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| Devoid of all impure
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| Show them bliss, reap their blood
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| We’ll scream our battle cries
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| The dread pours the dried soil
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| As I feel dreadful gusts
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| I will always trust the broken sphere
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| Be the uncorrupted ones that shall stand firm
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| Be the ones above the flock
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| Get ahead the darkest of days
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| Sheer delight from the sight of their fall
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| Perceive the acrid stench
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| Sit upon the throne
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| Sink beneath the dead
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| Waiting for the wail
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| Unrestricted
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| Sit upon the throne
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| Sink beneath the dead
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| Waiting for the last wail
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| Devastated
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| Nihil morte certius |