| We are sailing by dead reckoning
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| The vessel’s glowing in the polar dark
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| We are sailing on the inverted Noah’s Ark
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| And do not feel like overdoing
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| We’ve been around for a long long time
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| Now everything’s turning into sublime
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| We can lose, but your world cannot win
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| No barbarian shall ever outlive our final spin
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| Judgment day
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| Your North already lost the Pole
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| — The Doomsday
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| After us your heavens can fall
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| We are sailing to the Pole Zero
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| No focal point nor locked target
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| One thousand megatons on board
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| Ready to take off the Sun
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| We’ll make your wars all obsoletes
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| Whatever the point of impact
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| Whatever all, as a matter of fact
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| All of your cities are in sight
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| Collectivist Judgement Day
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| Your North already lost the Pole
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| — The Doomsday
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| After us your heavens can fall
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| Sakharov miracle play
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| Ice field’s turning into black hole
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| — The Doomsday
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| After us your heavens can fall |