I have seen the valleys of death
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Where weeping flowers grow
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Ugly streams of grey souls
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Are marching towards the pyre
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Now blasphemic bells
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Are ringing in your head
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We have made a weapon of hatred
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To slay the stagnant powers
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To reach the land of utopia
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Where creative chaos reigns
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Now blasphemic bells
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Are ringing in your head
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Wicked demons on the ringside
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The challenger has cut his chains
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We are aiming through the fog
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Digging a deeper hole
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But we shall rise from the pyre
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Like a disaster from below
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We have made a weapon of hatred
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To slay the stagnant powers
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To reach the land of utopia
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Where creative chaos reigns
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So cast yourself into the flames
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Lick the powers of the burning planet
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It is the reawakening
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Of the revolutionary soul
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The Revolutionary Soul
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| Exmortem |
