| When my tainted spirit finds its destination
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| I will topple the master of that dark place
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| From my black throne, I will lash together a machine of bone and blood
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| And fueled by my hatred for you
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| This fear engine will bore a hole between this world and that one
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| As I slip through the widening maw in my new form
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| You will catch only a glimpse of my radiance before you are incinerated
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| Then, as tears of bubbling pitch stream down my face
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| My dark work will begin
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| I will open one of my six mouths
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| And I will sing the song that ends the Earth
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| My dark work will begin
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| Sing the song that ends the Earth
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| You will hear the sound of children screaming
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| When my tainted spirit finds its destination
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| I will topple the master of that dark place
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| From my black throne, I will lash together a machine of bone and blood
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| And fueled by my hatred for you
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| This fear engine will bore a hole between this world and that one
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| Then, as tears of bubbling pitch stream down my face
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| My dark work will begin
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| I will open one of my six mouths
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| And I will sing the song that ends the Earth
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| It begins My dark work will begin
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| You will hear the sound of children screaming
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| My dark work will begin
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| I will open one of my six mouths
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| And I will sing the song that ends the Earth
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| He who waits behind the wall
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| He who waits to end it all
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| All that you know
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| All that you are
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| He will tear it apart and leave you afar
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| He will call on the beast to devour your soul
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| He will take the whole world and will make it unwhole
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| He comes
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| He who will sing the end of the earth
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| Such a beautiful song
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| What a beautiful night
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| He awaits this night
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| He awaits darkness |