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On barren wastelands, the distress lies uncovered |
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Discrepancy between the factions called for collapse |
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The root of disgrace lies in every single being |
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That ever stalked this earth so unworthy [REFRAIN:] |
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Mankind will surely drift over the edge |
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The legacy of reproval intensifies itself |
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No more fertility, only interments expand |
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Forever we'll drown in pools of red |
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What makes a determined sinner try to believe |
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That the capacity of tragedy is unlimited |
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When we speak our sad and vain valediction |
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Who will be left to listen to this malediction? [REFRAIN] |
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On barren wastelands, all perception fades away |
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The panic settles down, a form of stillness sets in |
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We wait for absolution that will never be given |
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And forever we'll drown in everlasting oblivion [REFRAIN] |
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We will drown in pools of red |
