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As I awaken to this dream |
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I saw fire rain from the skies |
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Blasting from the portals of hell |
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Black clouds descending darkly |
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The northern hills and valleys |
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Scorched by Armageddon's hand |
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Blackened hills and valleys |
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Firestorm consumes all the dead |
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all the dead... |
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Black clouds drive across the face of the sun |
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a Blood-red spirit rising eastward |
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Chokes on glowing red embers |
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Freed by the winds of ignorance |
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War expands like a pool of blood |
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to cover the earth with crimson |
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The Gauntlet is smashed into the dirt |
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And the standard bearer is slaughtered first |
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Spreading like a fever in the night |
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Primal hatred infects once righteous souls |
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a holy war of attrition embraces death |
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and fear is left to brood in the shadows |
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The credo is drowned out by rocket's red glare |
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Belched from silos frothing smoke |
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Oh beautiful for spacious skies |
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That rained down waves of dread |
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Blackened landscape majesty |
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Across slash and burned plains |
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Black wings's firestorm holocaust |
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Enfulfs all the dead.... |
