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Regent rules over fields of fire |
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Planes have been conquered and razed |
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Part the mists to find the one time remaining, |
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That one last uncivilized place |
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The place is here and the time is now |
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And the earth is the pearl that he craves |
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Flash into existence with his legions of scum, |
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Fierce soldiers he called from the grave |
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Grab... your gun... |
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And guard... your home |
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World... gone dead... |
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There's no... more government, nations, diplomacy, peace, there is only the master of bone |
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All hail the Lich King |
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Boston is first of the cities to go |
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And the undead sweep west like a plague |
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Bombers, artillery, infantry, tanks |
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Go to war with the wretched awake |
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The UN is panicked and countries unite |
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As it's clear this is man's final stand |
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Resources pool in a desperate bid |
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And the focus is atomic command |
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Can... not fight... |
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The hordes... of ghouls... |
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World... gone dead... |
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So fire... your missiles and rockets and lasers and rail guns, but nothing will shorten his rule |
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All hail the Lich King |
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Air strike is called in and payloads are dropped |
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Mushroom cloud is a fountain of ash |
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Standing at ground zero, tall and unbroken |
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He raises his sword and he laughs |
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Man... has failed... |
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And earth... glows red |
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Bomb... sustains... |
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The king... he feeds on the nuclear fire and chaos and channels it into his world... this world gone dead |
