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Up in the forest In the lonely hills |
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Stalking his kill |
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He looks over mankind |
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Waiting to strike at the perfect time |
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Mankind's gonna fail |
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The world is in his grasp |
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Heed the fucking wizard |
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This day may be your last |
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Waiting all this time |
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Planning his chance to rule |
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Heed the mountain wizard |
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He's coming after you! |
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He's waited all these years |
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To cast the perfect spell |
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To rid this world of humans |
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And spend them straight to hell |
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He waves his staff at an unsuspecting city below |
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And the clouds above start to swirl as it lights a greenish glow |
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First Strike: Earthquakes, lighting crashes, fire spreads |
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As he watches on with a smile as he counts the number dead |
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Second Strike: Buildings' falling across death and sickness is at hand |
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Third Strike: Ashes ruble all that's left, victims breathe their dying breath |
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Fourth Strike: The spell has worked after all |
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The wizard standing proud and tall |
