| The Stench of chaos!
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| Unfloding curse rules
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| Shatters through the land of Shinar
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| Dystopia!
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| Crumbling walls shake
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| Serpents bite the titanic tower
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| A monument, paradox, stands alone in time
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| Destined to reach a vile god
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| Alla Xul roars
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| A Language from Eden, bears the truth of one
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| Slowly fades as humans face creator
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| They’re eternally confused, and will never learn
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| In pure frailty hides our sorrow
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| It’s destined to reach a vile god, — Lost once and for all
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| And his grand damnation, — Alla Xul roars
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| At the borders of shouting storms
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| The old snake kills in our hollow and fading thoughts
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| A belief of cold and abstract form
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| With the language of madness and thorn
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| It chains us together, divides us all
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| Make your wish, before the ever-changing symbol!
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| Witness this crumbling citadel
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| Witness Babel’s fall!
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| We are left behind in endless liberty, and dream about the perfect greatness,
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| Wretched builders, we are still in dust and ash, we crawl
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| We are mocked in blood, mocked in our false and dying nature
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| As above, so below, we destroy in Babel’s shadow forever
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| Alla Xul! |
| Come down here!
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| Fragments of words lead lawless ones
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| The blind remains at this grand design of bane
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| Edin Na Zu! |
| Pilgrims of deserts!
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| We are exiled with the burden of turmoil
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| A monument, paradox, stands alone in time
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| Destined to reach a vile god, and damnation
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| At the borders of shouting storms
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| The old snake kills in our hollow and fading thoughts
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| A belief of a cold, and abstract form
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| With the language of madness and thorn
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| It chains us together, divides us all |