| Deep in the abyss, for years entombed they have lain
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| Long through the timeless mists, they are like the ghosts of the slain
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| Engulfed by darkness, they have awaited to rise
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| Above all is their laughter, as the world weeps and dies
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| Through chance after chance, more mistakes are made
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| Dormant in the wilderness, on our minds they have preyed
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| Now the cry from the darklands, burns down deep in our souls
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| Spirits crying for sanctuary as their evil takes hold
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| At the hour of the dawn, they eclipsed the sun
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| From a blackened sky, now both man and beast run
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| From their shadow no shelter from their anger no peace
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| From the heavens no mercy, on destruction they feast
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| Now the land that is left, it is polluted and drained
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| Trees bear no fruit now, the soil it yields no grain
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| With the beat of great wings, the wind it rages the earth
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| Now all evil is cleansed as we await the rebirth |