| After a thousand eruptions, finally the thaw inserts
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| The clouds disappear, giving sight to a terrible truth
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| How many are there left? |
| So far nobody knows
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| But the certainty of the great disaster, it will remain
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| The thorn of damnation sits deep in human flesh
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| To pluck it out, you have to reach deep
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| Will we try?
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| The souls that still walk the deserted earth
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| Wonder if life will shine as grace, or as a curse
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| A new chance is there to rebuild this now hostile planet
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| Will they avoid religious fanatism this time?
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| A dark shadow follows the path of the chosen
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| And if they succeed, will history repeat itself completely?
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| Because if so, torture, pain, and suffering
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| Will also reappear, and maybe existence
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| Will again become a living hell |