| In the battle of the obscure
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| Tragic death, so suddenly
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| Slowly unlatches the leather strap
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| Roaming mortals, so divine
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| Deadly intention, with the will to kill
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| Eyes locked, your heart pounds
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| The grey massacre, a familiar sight
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| Substance of fire, the visible truth
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| Modified version of an alternate reality
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| Deadly intention, with the will to kill
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| Eyes locked, your heart pounds
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| Grey massacre…
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| …Seared into his flesh
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| Grey massacre…
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| …Seared into his flesh
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| I see this world, I see it dead
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| Accumulate and multiply the victims of the dead
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| What always was, will ever be
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| Dark risen force, repeated history
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| It’s all the more tragic, that they were young
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| But they lived very, very long lives
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| They could not have expected, nor they would have wished to see
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| As much of the mad and macabre as they have seen that day
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| For them an ideal summer afternoon drive became a nightmare
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| Grey massacre…
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| …Seared into his flesh
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| Grey massacre…
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| …Seared into his flesh
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| I see this world, I see it dead
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| Accumulate and multiply the victims of the dead
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| What always was, will ever be
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| Dark risen force, repeated history |