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Exitium |
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Bring us peace |
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Within the ruin |
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Grant us this release |
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Our tounges are falling away!! |
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We are the chosen children |
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Soldiers turn to clay |
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Gone are the golden wing |
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Of Gossamer |
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And the circumstance of decay |
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We cry for sweet Lenore |
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Gone away |
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Shall i slam the door? |
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Or is this the beggining? |
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Bold are the brazen drones |
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That mold and violate |
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Change is the unattained |
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The goal we seek |
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Has withered alone and afraid |
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We cry and plead for war |
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Gone astray |
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Man's greed has damned us all |
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The anthem of the living |
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Lenore has been chosen |
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She is the leader |
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We shall follow her blindly |
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But beware |
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The rabbit hole is deep |
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We cry for sweet Lenore |
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Gone away |
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Shall I slam the door? |
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Withered alone and afraid |
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We cry and plead for war |
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Gone astray |
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Man's greed has damned us all |
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Anthem of the living |
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This is the ending of all time |
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This is our Exitium |
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These are our last words |
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Our last songs |
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This is our swansong |
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I am the last revolution |
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Turn me backward and bastardize me |
