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In the days of ruin and fear |
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And gangways chocked with despair |
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Stone walls meander and hide |
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A monster within the lair |
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No resting here all along |
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The path is unmarked |
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A labyrinth of death where |
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The unguided are lost |
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One way in and |
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No way out |
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The door of no return |
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The passage to darkness |
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Is a thunder within |
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This pit of burning bones |
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Seals the burial rites in |
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Dream on the eve of battle |
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The scars they have won |
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An echo from the center paints |
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The soldiers shields with blood |
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So the hard way |
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in darkness |
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So hard the way |
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From tomb to temple the rise |
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Of the dead king God |
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Pestilence burns by day |
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And the death vapors by night |
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A world of corpses paralyzed |
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Within this dream of life |
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Satan's mills of endless wheels |
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Capture all in flight |
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And the secret path of thieves |
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Is plotting out the light |
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Creator of this vision |
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Interpreter of it all |
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Apocalyptic arrows aimed |
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At sword forged on anvils old |
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Terror struck and trembling |
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outstretched upon the path |
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Turn to see a voice that speaks |
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And behold falls bead now |
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At its feet |
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I rule in fear |
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All death is near |
