| As mankind piles up on this mortal coil
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| Polluting every inch of air and soil
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| I wield my song across the fields of plague
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| Opening wide the gates of common grave
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| A land of mockery and woe
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| The most worthless and wretched of all
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| The plain where blood mixes with shit
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| With one gentle touch cleansed of all dirt
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| The portent of unavoidable demise
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| Which makes all ears bleed and blinds the eyes
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| Will soon sound grim throughout all nations
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| Heralding the day when all is reckoned
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| I have a dream
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| Of the world drenched in red
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| So mark my words all those who dare to listen
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| And anguish to all life wasted on the living
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| I raise the cup to all those who stay strong
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| And their will to rise above the pitiful swarm
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| I have a dream
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| Of the world drenched in red
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| One day all hells will freeze as skies will bathe
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| All life in streams of acid rain
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| No kingdom will ever rise again and we will be reborn
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| In the debris of the earth |