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No time, coming down, burning up the sky |
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The hero was waiting and all hope had been lost |
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There came a shape of twisted metal, proclaiming astral-murder |
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Pushing a never ending darker age |
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They came and took you away, now half the battle has been lost |
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I drove around up and down this burned out town |
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It started in the graveyards rectifying what was left |
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Of who recently deceased, it gives them life |
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This plague condemned the cities, killing armies with him where they stood |
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Infection and destruction, no one had a chance |
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They came and took you away, this subliminal hymn has been sent |
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He walks all the way, "So this is hell?" he asks |
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Postmortematic shock, troops marching up and down, reality |
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Electro-magnetic pulse of radiating corpses |
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Started emanating, knee-jerk resistance |
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Moving through defenses, but severed at the base |
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In the ashes of the cities we'll build another race |
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To grow, to bleed, this blood's a flood |
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To rise and take what belongs to us |
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To grow, to defeat, to burn |
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To finally crush and take away |
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They came and took you away, now half the battle has been lost |
