| His wicked Highness, born from disaster, to dominate and to kill
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| A glistening, murder-machine; |
| false majesty, standing perfectly still
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| A blitzkrieg; |
| raining down evil on a mountain of black ice
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| Like a good old fashioned beating within Inches of your life
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| Alone and left abandoned with the sentence you’ve been handed
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| All your angels will ignore you as your life flashes before you
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| Even still you keep on fighting through the thunder and the lightning
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| And now Heaven sends its love your sudden death from above
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| Once frozen like a prisoner depraved, perched high atop the lithospheres
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| Set free from beneath the depths of hell, bequeathing man nothing but despair
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| The beast is genetically programmed, time to destroy, time to go berserk
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| To see the end of all wars, to see the end of the earth
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| Stopping at nothing, punch-drunk from the blood that he’s tasted
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| Tearing your soul apart, not one bit of your pain will be wasted
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| Now death descends upon you like a bloody white dove
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| Bringing your retribution, your sudden death from above
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| Lyrics &Music — Mustaine |