| «The Lord himself will descend from heaven with a cry of command,
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| With the voice of an archangel,
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| And with the sound of the trumpet of God.»
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| Save your sheep if you can
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| Shelter the lonely and pray for the damned
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| Watch their fear settle in
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| Mountains of fire and pain crashing in on you
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| Sinners gather in thick
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| I’ll show you Mother Nature’s a bitch
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| My tears, hailstorms and nails
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| I’ll send a cyclonic storm full of acid rain
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| For you
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| Set aside the grace of god
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| Finding righteousness through law
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| The little and the lost
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| Find comfort in my cause
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| Your cross burns the flesh of the heathen
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| King or slave all succumb
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| They’re marked
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| Ain’t no rest for the wicked
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| Greet the reaper
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| It’s the end of the world
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| Let the rivers be red again
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| It’s the means to an end
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| If I can’t have you no one will
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| Burn, burn, burn fools
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| Pray your humans can swim
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| Watch how they drown when my flood’s setting in
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| I"ll turn day into night
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| You suffered the Black Death well you ain’t seen nothing you
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| Oh no
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| Reeking pits in the dark
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| I will collect all the souls for my cause
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| Turning man into beast
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| Halos to shackles and wings into heaps of coal
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| For you
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| Set aside the grace of god
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| Finding righteousness through law
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| The little and the lost
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| Find comfort in my cause
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| Your cross burns the flesh of the heathen
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| King or slave all succumb
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| They’re marked
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| Ain’t no rest for the wicked
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| Greet the reaper
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| It’s the end of the world
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| Let the rivers be red again
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| It’s the means to an end
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| If I can’t have you no one will
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| Burn, burn, burn fools
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| Leaders of the world
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| Guardians of the earth
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| Spirits of the land
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| Will you lend a hand?
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| No one escapes!
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| Leaders of the world
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| Guardians of the earth
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| Spirits of the land
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| Will you lend a hand?
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| No one survives!
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| Michael:
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| Sweetheart this ain’t the way
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| You leave me no choice but to treat you with pain
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| I will fight to the end
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| I wasn’t brought up to do any less, be warned
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| Beth: I strike
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| Michael: My heart
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| Beth: I burn
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| Michael: My soul
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| Beth: I’ll smite the cowardness in you
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| Michael: I thought I had God on my side
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| Beth: Darkness is always stronger than light
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| Michael: I’m blind
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| Beth: Thank God
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| Michael: I’m dying
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| Beth: If I can’t have you no one will
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| Both: As we are falling through the clouds
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| Beth: I’ve got you dying in my arms
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| Can’t carry this burden
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| Why have I done this to you?
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| It’s too late for sad regrets
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| I’m awakening
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| While you slip away
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| One last breath my dear
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| Then you’ll disappear
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| The archangel will die
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| In my arms
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| I have won
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| You’ll always be the hero
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| The one and only
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| I guess you could have saved my soul
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| Now we’ll never know
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| Monstrously your God is speechless
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| Carelessly he falls to pieces
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| So much for your guardian angel now
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| What can I tell you?
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| The tables have turned
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| Your time to compose a requiem for a ghost
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| I own the light
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| And all the creatures of the night
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| They chant Hosanna 'till they’re numb
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| This is it my kingdom come
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| Your cross burns the flesh of the heathen
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| King or slave all succumb
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| They’re marked
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| Ain’t no rest for the wicked
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| Greet the reaper
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| It’s the end of the world
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| Let the rivers be red again
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| It’s the means to an end
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| If I can’t have you no one will
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| Burn, burn, burn fools
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| Burn, burn, burn fools
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| Michael:
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| I was bound for the valley of shadow of death
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| But God has woken me up and now He wants revenge
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| Beth:
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| No! |
| It can’t be true! |
| No it can’t be true
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| What give you the right to save his life, and wrong my right?
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| Don’t let her take my life
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| Don’t let her wrong be right
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| You don’t possess the art to take life
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| Michael:
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| Famous last words
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| Everything has to end, everything dies
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| The sun will set as I begin to fall
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| Asleep like this winter
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| I’m cold
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| Falling through the dark
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| Dying
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| «He loves me. |
| He loves me not…» |