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Lightning proclaims! The Earth is in flames |
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Violence begins as our gods ascend |
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Thrown on a pyre, its mythos inspired |
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Fading away, the prophet, the sage |
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God damns us to fire, and my lye will wash over you... |
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We're born into this foul design |
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We take it with ease, you know it's not right |
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The needing to know, it's a common desire |
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They're feigning control, conspire |
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Why deny? You know you feel it |
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The old erratics, the ghosts in static |
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You know not, what you call out |
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More fire! Wade out to the gyre |
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As we roam, a shore is shown... |
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It ushers in the fearless and the meek |
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Don't you see? We're searching on shorelines... |
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We'll stoke the fire, but ignore the tide... It's failed to rise |
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Look up! The force! The calm! The storm! |
