| A distant alarm, a sound from far away
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| We raised our heads towards the sky but there was nothing there to see
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| The restless crowd is now breaking the silence
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| Anxiety is rising, the sky is turning dark
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| A riot is emerging, men beat men to death
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| This is unexplainable, a fight without a battle
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| The alarm resounds and someone called in a speaker:
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| «This is not a drill, I repeat: this is not a drill…»
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| Today we die, today we testify
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| All we do must come to an end — this is the end
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| Reversed evolving, turning people into beasts
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| They’re feasting on eachother, strong consume the weak
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| Flaming ruins, society is lost
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| Shattered city streets filled with blind, nameless creatures
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| The sky cracks open, dust is descending
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| Breath the black air, feel darkness in your lungs
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| Silence — nothing makes a sound
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| But we can still hear, the sound of the alarm
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| Today we die, today we testify
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| All we do must come to an end — this is the end
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| A distant early warning
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| A sound from far away
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| We raised our heads
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| Towards the sky
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| Towards the alarm… |