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Ravishing children in perilous times |
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Mother of harlots recanting her vice |
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Maelstroms...On the wings of a dove |
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Innocence lost |
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In for the kill |
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Galloping thunder waving its sword |
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Brother to Death in darkness is born |
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Perish...In the bludgeoned presence of foes |
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Innocence lost |
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In for the kill |
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No glory for sorrows |
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No solace in harlots |
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No sunlight in shadows |
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No comfort embracing the dead |
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Fiery red fury unleashing its might |
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Drowning the laughter of ages to come |
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Silence...As the megatons fall |
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Ashes to ash |
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Dust turns to dust |
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Nuclear winters yearning for dawn |
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Stealing the life out of every last breath |
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Vanish...In the mist of a gangrenous gaze |
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Ashes to ash |
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Dust turns to dust |
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No whispering sorrows |
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Find comfort in harlots |
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Unveiling the horrors |
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Consumed by conflict and strife |
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And now as the trees start to tremble |
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Deepening damnation, the rolling bell |
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Running with wolves, moribund consripts are waiting to die |
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Lest cowards may horde the sunset that fades in the west |
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Ashes, ashes, ashes |
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Dust turn to dust |
