| There’s a storm on the horizon… as the sky grows dark they advise you
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| Close your windows, lock your doors — you’ve never seen one like this before
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| Source of all creation… the electric mystery
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| Will wash away all the filth… who breed this mediocrity
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| Lightning fills the air like a message from the sky
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| …As thunder rips the heavens you can hear the eternal battle cry!
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| He is alive again! |
| He has come to take revenge…
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| With a hammer in his hand… he has come to cleanse the land!
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| More powerful than your god… He Who Holds The Lightning Rod!
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| You created a world devoid of spirit… Valhalla has been lost
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| But we will not lay down our swords and shields… until the Rainbow Bridge is
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| crossed!
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| He is alive again! |
| He has come to take revenge…
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| For the culture you destroyed… all the teachings you perverted
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| Sacred places you profaned… ancient symbols you inverted
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| Slaves of your technology, you have given us control
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| We fill your minds with micro-chips and computerize your souls
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| We will then turn the world around… take triumph from the tragic
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| Reinstate the natural order… turn your science into magic!
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| Source of all creation… the electric mystery
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| Will wash away the filth… who breed this mediocrity
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| The fight is on… the battle just begun
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| And we will not lay down our swords until this war is won!
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| He is alive again! |
| He has come to take revenge…
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| With a hammer in his hand… he has come to cleanse the land!
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| More powerful than your god… He Who Holds The Lightning Rod!
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| He Who Holds The Lightning Rod… He Who Holds The Lightning Rod |