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A great storm approaches, and with it, death encroaches |
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In our final hours, we are deceived |
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So with this partial core, dictation will be no more |
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And shake the foundations of belief |
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Fire, disaster by thy scene |
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Fire, releasing the unseen |
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An era, beyond repair, Chernobyl reigns of terror |
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Man killed by his own invention |
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Damnation marches faster on the cusp of this great disaster |
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In the winds ride our asphyxiant |
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Fire, disaster by thy scene |
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Fire, releasing the unseen |
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The end of all is so beautiful |
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The manmade God Machine is here |
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So beautiful |
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Man's greatest achievement created fear |
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Did you ever think you'd see, at the turn of the century, |
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Our accelerated march towards domination |
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Men so blinded by their greed that they never came to see |
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Power means nothing with no civilization |
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Fire, disaster by thy scene |
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Fire, releasing the unseen |
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The end of all is so beautiful |
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The manmade God Machine is here |
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So beautiful |
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Man's greatest achievement created fear |
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Countless gone |
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A necessary gain |