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Furnace glows in far horizon |
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Crowd is there to blame |
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Yes, the harvest of creation |
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Books will burn again |
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Lines of faceless humans |
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Walk into the sea |
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Waves of men with no expressions |
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Eyes have lost their gleam |
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Power guides the mindless ones |
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Like a moth to the flame of deceit |
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A storm is rising again |
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A war is coming again |
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Black swarms of locusts hide the sun |
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Plagued fields of east |
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Tainted grains in the endless field |
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A war is coming again |
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Feeding on sorrow, harvesting pain |
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They will never stop the destruction |
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Their scythe will rend again |
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Souls ablaze with hatred |
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Power guides the mindless ones |
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Like a moth to the flame of deceit |
|
A storm is rising again |
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A war is coming again |
|
Black swarms of locusts hide the sun |
|
Plagued fields of east |
|
Tainted grains in the endless field |
|
A war is coming again |
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Symbols of old just painted anew |
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Shortest straw is the longest rope |
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Their guilt will hang innocent hope |
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A storm is rising again |
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A war is coming again |
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Black swarms of locusts hide the sun |
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Plagued fields of east |
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Tainted grains in the endless field |
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A war is coming again |
