| Cold wind of north, the killers breathe
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| I hear the thunder from somewhere far
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| I feel the wave and scent of a grave
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| As I see darkness spread on the sky
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| Oh — Madness imperial, gravetown, dark side of human mind
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| Oh — Kingdom millenial, gravetown of the atomic age
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| After the fall — where do you crawl, when lights are dim
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| After the sin — nuclear winter, bleak is the day and the end is nigh
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| After the fall — A new winter dawn
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| Black trees sway in the cold breeze
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| Landscape of my fragmented mind
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| After a while this Autumn is gone
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| And shades of winter bury the land
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| Oh — Madness imperial, gravetown, dark side of human mind
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| Oh — Kingdom millenial, gravetown of the atomic age
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| After the fall — where do you crawl, when lights are dim
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| After the sin — nuclear winter, bleak is the day and the end is nigh
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| After the fall — A new winter dawn
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| After the fall — where do you crawl, when lights are dim
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| After the sin — nuclear winter, bleak is the day and the end is nigh
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| After the fall — new winter dawn, scour my soul, deep from within
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| Nuclear winter, bleak was the day that turned to night
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| After the fall — A new winter dawn |