Hail of fire,
Rain of ice.
Quench your infernal device.
Doomsday is coming,
The Rapture of Fear.
The Reaper, at you he leers.
Almighty thunder,
Powerful lightning.
I rise to quell the fighting.
Rivers of lava,
Sulfur skies.
I never die.
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