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A cry sounds out as millions follow |
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The cry of a trumpet, a prelude to war |
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Some to the sky, some to the water |
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The mass it grows larger and larger |
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Come on children from the underground surface |
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Each bearing a mark on your breast |
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Follow in your master's footsteps |
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Wage a war against all blessed |
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As their masses grow, the battle draws near |
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Thunder and rain doth descend |
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War spawned in the seeds of fear |
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Each with a life to defend |
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Two Powers collide as the world stops |
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The outcome my son is the end |
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The battle is done, and no one has one |
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Darkness visible. |