| A firestorm reigns down over the earth
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| Nuclear winter starts to choke and suffocate
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| Thousands of huddled masses
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| Looking to the skies through cold darkness
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| What’s left of humanity groans
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| Holding onto the seeds of discontent
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| Will the truth erase us
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| There was nothing left not even remains
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| After the hailstorm of the burning winds
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| Flames no need for shackles and chains
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| When the will to live no longer remains
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| Blood fills the lungs
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| Serenade of heaving and convulsions no hope
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| Within these eyes, what shall we reap?
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| What shall we reap, whom shall we fear
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| When the essence of life soon disappears
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| Bury the weak, suffer the strong
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| On the brink of devastation
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| Breaking the will humanity
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| Decaying society
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| Bury the weak
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| Suffer the strong
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| On the brink of devastation
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| Sever the substance
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| Diabolical trance
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| Watching, waiting, serving our time shackled to
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| This smoldering earth lifeless gaze
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| Seeking a sliver of hope will the truth erase us
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| These arms of death
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| Shall suffer, bleed me
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| Until our will to fight is completely destroyed
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| What shall we reap?
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| What shall we reap? |
| whom shall we fear
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| When the essence of life soon disappears
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| Bury the weak, suffer the strong
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| On the brink of devastation |