| …And the dark days of the man arrived
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| With eclipsing time…
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| Absorbed by the mortuary influence
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| Of the horrible tunes of the Lute
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| Into eerie visions my bloody eye sees a mythical heaven in flames with
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| The reflex of thousands of dead faces
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| Marked in their front with the destruction stigma…
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| A burning storm with nuclear thunders devastates the orb
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| And mortal angels or demons incarnates in human bodies
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| Die in tears of blood, burn in warlike fire
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| Without divine salvation.
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| Over this earth of mythical hell. |
| (repeat)
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| Oh! |
| Hear raising mirage, apocalyptic dream where I listen
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| Terrifying screams like suffering echoes
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| Possessed by the despair in total annihilation…
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| Where the man’s empire is made dust
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| And his history shall be only a remembrance through
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| Centuries of forgetfulness.
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| The Lute played the sinister music, beginning and end’s melodies
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| Lugubrious song in the funeral of mankind.
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| Merciless times of destruction
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| Devours one and other civilization
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| Perpetual suffering times
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| Pain and affliction ages (chorus)
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| Black is the sentence when the destruction cruel times
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| Devours one and other civilization… |