What is this new madness? On it comes.
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Panic, whose blood runs cold.
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Fear not this raging madman, evil incarnate.
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First on one side then the other.
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I hate him worst of all.
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As if I stand on some tall beacon, I see it draw near.
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On it comes.
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Abhorrence, whose blood boils in the vein.
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You hate me worst of all.
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The True Face Of Panic
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| Premonitions Of War |
