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It was the year of madness and insanity.
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There was no other cure for my disease
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The overdose - I took it 'cause I had to flee,
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it was nearly a journey that had no return,
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the fever burned, I was gone - delirium.
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There I was striding to heaven and they were calling me
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from beyond and I heard : don't look back !
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but I did and my eyes, they can't forget that sight
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'cause all water and land was dead.
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Destroyed, denied, all tears undried,
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the crawling chaos comes,
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The twilight died, eternal night,
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the crawling chaos comes.
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A giant maelstrom, absorbing what we're left back,
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the desert of cadaverous, mortal loam
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and jungles of decay and decadence, where once
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had been the homelands of my people,
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temples of my ancestors, they were gone, dead and gone
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Then the cracks in the ground, they were breaking up
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and all water was streaming in,
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manifesting the sight of the dead Berlin
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and London and Paris were graves.
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The crawling chaos
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| Rage |
