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And became the time |
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When the prophecies have been fulfilled |
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Time that never exist before |
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All sorts of plague crawled craftily |
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From the gloomiest places of the universe |
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Triumph of unreality over reality |
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Curses are repeated for thousands times |
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And fool's praying are changing in worms |
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Animal lust, infected weak minds |
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Children they children burning atomic pile |
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All symbols are changed in snakes |
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Deadly bites for own confessors |
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Pain is the only law |
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Ancient awake in own crypts |
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Hidden in unknown dimensions |
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Doubt, cry and madness are reigning |
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Because weak minds are still blind |
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Thorn in every soul, without exception |
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Made the stinky abscess |
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And every "cure" continues endless agony |
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Pathologies are unwritten rules |
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Questions pumping poison to the minds |
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Nobody is able to see the end because he's the end |
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Although everything is already ended |
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Only silence left, everywhere |
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Interrupted by the silent mind on the desert |
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Bathed in scorching heat from hell |
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Gods are preparing for the rest |
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To begin everything once again |