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There's a fire at the horizon |
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Infernal and divine |
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Majestic as a sunset |
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Burning in an orange line |
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The world will burn hard |
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In a withering fire |
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And will come to an end in a funeral pyre |
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The fiery father will come out of the sky |
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He shall strike upon us who were born to fry |
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Out of despair into a mass genocide |
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Souls swept away by his nuclear tide |
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A dark wind blows |
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Over this land of death |
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Pounding everything |
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Into a black smoking mess |
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The fury of flames |
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Inside our wounds |
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All that we pray for |
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Is death to come soon |
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The fiery father will come out of the sky |
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He shall strike upon us who were born to fry |
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Out of despair into a mass suicide |
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Souls swept away by his nuclear tide |
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Our gods are dethroned |
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By a mushroom cloud |
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Dead but dreaming |
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Alone in a crowd |
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Reduced to ashes |
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Naked and cold |
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In the not too distant future |
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I see death itself reload |
