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There's a storm on the horizon... as the sky grows dark they advise you |
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Close your windows, lock your doors - you've never seen one like this before |
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Source of all creation... the electric mystery |
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Will wash away all the filth... who breed this mediocrity |
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Lightning fills the air like a message from the sky |
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...As thunder rips the heavens you can hear the eternal battle cry! |
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He is alive again! He has come to take revenge... |
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With a hammer in his hand... he has come to cleanse the land! |
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More powerful than your god... He Who Holds The Lightning Rod! |
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You created a world devoid of spirit... Valhalla has been lost |
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But we will not lay down our swords and shields... until the Rainbow Bridge is crossed! |
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He is alive again! He has come to take revenge... |
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For the culture you destroyed... all the teachings you perverted |
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Sacred places you profaned... ancient symbols you inverted |
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Slaves of your technology, you have given us control |
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We fill your minds with micro-chips and computerize your souls |
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We will then turn the world around... take triumph from the tragic |
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Reinstate the natural order... turn your science into magic! |
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Source of all creation... the electric mystery |
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Will wash away the filth... who breed this mediocrity |
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The fight is on... the battle just begun |
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And we will not lay down our swords until this war is won! |
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He is alive again! He has come to take revenge... |
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With a hammer in his hand... he has come to cleanse the land! |
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More powerful than your god... He Who Holds The Lightning Rod! |
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He Who Holds The Lightning Rod... He Who Holds The Lightning Rod |