Visio venit ut dormiebam
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Satis doctrinae postremo expleta rerum
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Futurarumque gestarum
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Portavit haec mihi visio
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Came on the wings of a storm
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to seal the fate of mankind
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Each shall bring a gift of horrors
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'til this world is no more
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Dark army marching
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cup of life runneth dry
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As the sobbing winds of death
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seep from a tortured grip
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from the bowels of life
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thou shalt slip
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Clouds churn amidst the horizon as
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thunder growls through the hills
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Now, worldwide mayhem and
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devastation, eternal war has begun
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Dark army marching
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born now to this world
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Leave no stone unturned
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leave in their wake
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the river of blood
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to cleanse the earth of its plague
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A time of chaos begins
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the day of reckoning for us all
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and although foreseen nothing
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could have prevented its horrors.
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Famine, Pollution, War and Death...
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our four gifts grow to earthly proportions
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The ones sworn to protect have turned on us all
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sweeping through every nation
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Decide now where your soul shall keep eternal slumber
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for no man shall escape death's suffocating embrace
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Awake to a world as black as night
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the devastated earth lit by sacrificial pyres
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The pungent scent of death burns my eyes, slowly
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I walk towards my fate
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Dark army marching
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cup of life runneth dry
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As the sobbing winds of death
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seep from a tortured grip
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from the bowels of life
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thou shalt slip
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Trapped in our earthly tomb we wait
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as the sun fights to break through
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but ashen snow from burning corpses
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chokes out the light,
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evoked eternal night
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Dark army marching
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born now to this world
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Leave no stone unturned,
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leave in their wake
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the river of blood
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to cleanse the earth of its plague
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Came on the wings of a storm
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and sealed the fate of mankind
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Each brought their gift of horror
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and this world is no more
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Dark army marching
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the cup of life has run dry
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As the sobbing winds of death
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seep from a tortured grip
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from the bowels of life thou hath slipped
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Clouds churn amidst the horizon
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thunder did growl through the hills
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darkness now reigns on this earth
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your blood has fueled the rebirth
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Dark army marching
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born now the new world
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Left no stone unturned
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left in their wake
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the river of blood
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has cleansed the earth of its plague.
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The Vision Of Death
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| Lorde Of All Desires |
