| In the west shall rise, a sinister creed
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| The rich will get what they want, the poor will lose what they need
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| The devil knows our fears, he told all his friends
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| They’ll block the sun with their lies, as darkness descends
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| Oh Lord, the Great Collapse
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| Won’t be our end
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| When the world falls into the flames
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| We will rise again
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| We will rise again
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| Let the wars begin, keep our pistols near
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| Our neighbors thin and frail, as they disappear
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| Let the chaos come, let our houses freeze
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| The lights will all go out, but we’ll finally see
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| Oh Lord, the Great Collapse
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| Won’t be our end
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| When the world falls into the flames
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| We will rise again
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| We will rise again
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| When the sky has cleared, and the storm has passed
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| We’ll walk arm in arm, down our promised path
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| We’ll watch the sun come up, from its bed of black
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| We’ll enter Eden’s Garden, and never look back
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| Oh Lord, the Great Collapse
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| Won’t be our end
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| When the world falls into the flames
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| We will rise again (We will rise again)
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| We will rise again (We will rise again)
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| We will rise again (We will rise)
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| We will rise again |