| The gathering now of storms within
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| That whip and rip the stead, joined at the head
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| Dying to make ready for the deliverance to the land
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| The swarming devourers, the Murder
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| Here are the fortunes to tell
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| Of our demonic dreams the burnt fires of hell
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| Painted in black
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| The warmth is seething and moving all through me
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| Total
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| Annihilation
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| We are your masters now
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| I can see them coming down like rain in the streets
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| Soaking into everything
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| Like blood through cloth
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| Scratching limbs from wing and claw
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| All life will start to slow, and freeze into position
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| When the murder crows
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| With likeness to shades much deeper than dull
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| The infinite abyss forever holds
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| Total
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| Annihilation
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| We are your masters now
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| Crushing your premonition
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| Crushing your premonition
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| Towers fall into the fire
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| And razored hails of glass and steel
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| Brought down by stabs of rage without fear
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| Gashed hearts worked deep who refuse to hear
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| Here are the fortunes to tell
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| Of our demonic dreams the burnt fires of hell
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| Painted in black
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| The warmth is seething and moving all through me
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| Total
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| Annihilation
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| We are your masters now |