Raged and burned
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Longer than the stars in the sky
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The Fiend shall conquer
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Turn away your heads
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Blackened and shattered
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Terrible and sublime
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Man is the source
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Of his own downfall
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Splintered rock, Rise of the hurricane
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Break the bonds, Blood-lies of humanity
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Ride the Fiend, Sun-souled and soaring upwards
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There is no tomorrow, Just a burning tomb
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The madness has black eyes
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And flaming hair, wears a smile
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His kingdom, incandescent
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Brimstone and charcoal skies
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Mankind, its plucked out eyes
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And Rotten mouth, wears a frown
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Its kingdom, a whispering wind
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Mild breeze on the brow of the dead
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'Tis the sound of the tempest
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That drowns us out
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A cremation ground
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Ensnared and murdered by flames
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The protruding tongues
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Lick the smouldering flesh
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World is burning
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Afire and churning
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Alloces' alluring funeral fire
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Fure, the sound of the tempest
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The cry of the tempted
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Drown us out
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'Tis The Sound Of Tempest That Drowns Us Out
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Enochian Crescent |