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The whirlwind howls my name |
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My mind soars across the planes |
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The blood upon the stone |
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Dried ages ago |
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And the gods are sleeping |
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No one left to bow before |
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Our race has lost it's way |
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Temples lye in decay |
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Belial in his lair |
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Awaits the trumpets blare |
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And the gods are sleeping |
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No one left to hear our prayers |
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The ancient gods are waiting for the call |
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From the seven trumpets of Altamont |
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The seas will churn the dead shall rise again |
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The serpent shall be loosed the rivers all run red |
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Lords of the lihght awake |
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Rise up unto your fate |
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Belial's horde awaits |
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Open the ancient gates |
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Sounding the horns of war |
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It's what you've waited for |
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Rise up and sleep no more |
