The thunder of heaven shook this earth
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And his anger cannot be pacified... not pacified...
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Vesuvius is angry, Vesuvius roars
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He is ready to burn you to the bone
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Will give a generous gift
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Burning lava heart of the earth
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He will wash away anger and envy from your souls
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Will wash away the dirt of your black souls
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Make you cry, make you fall
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Brand the gods for your love
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And the ashes will scatter in the wind
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And the earth will be covered with ashes
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Pompeii is empty. |
The city has fallen
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In the battle for your pedestal
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The thunder of heaven shook this earth
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And his anger cannot be pacified... not pacified...
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There will be no life among the ruins
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Ashes and dirt in the bosom of debauchery
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That hour will strike, and he is from heaven
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Will stretch out a burning hand to you
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He will wash away anger and envy from your souls
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Clear thoughts from bad words
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Make you cry, make you fall
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Brand the gods for your love
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And the ashes will scatter in the wind
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And the earth will be covered with ashes
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Pompeii is empty the city has fallen
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In the battle for your pedestal
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And the ashes will scatter across the SKY
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And the earth will be covered with ashes
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Pompeii is empty the city has fallen
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God didn't hear you |