On the fields in the shadow of Megiddo
We will rise to stand among the angels
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people referring to the rest of their lives
make it sound like only seconds
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oh, but to feel her warm touch
on my cold undead flesh
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every word has a tinge of you to it
and every blue sky speaks your name
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there once was a man dressed in shadow
who walked with the stormwinds
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stack the bodies higher
the world’s engulfed in fire
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just because i’m up and moving
doesn’t mean i’m done rebooting
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i want to watch the world burn
in the cleansing flames of love
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anarchy’s ashes have fused chaos wind
the dead fall in line, the priestess of sin
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i may be miserably drunk
but i know one thing as fact
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