| Old man, tell us of the past before the wastelands: we must know at last
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| Legends, stories we have heard but you lived when the mighty fires scorched the
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| world
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| Son, I remember, The elder said; |
| A time of chaos, a time of dread
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| In the east awoke the sleeping bear
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| Its roar of anger reached where eagles dare
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| Ideologies uncompromised became the seeds of hatred and despise
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| We would do anything lest all we knew be destroyed
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| We would do anything we could to avoid the clash
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| Diplomatic tension, coiled up as a spring
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| If unleashed would surely bring us to the brink of destruction
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| So what lay ahead; |
| our survival on a razors edge
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| Naturally assured destruction seemed at last the only way peace could be
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| guaranteed
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| We would do anything lest all we knew be destroyed
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| We would do anything we could to avoid the clash
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| Two sides of the world, alliances formed dividing the earth for the oncoming
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| storm
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| An arms race like never before provided the tools of the ultimate war
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| No one knows who cast the first stone but surely the die had been thrown
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| War waged at the highest of costs: all hope for the future was finally lost
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| Elimination imminent all bridges burnt all chances spent
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| Technology and wealth would cease for patriotic pride to please
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| The cry of a billion souls as one
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| The world as we knew it came undone |