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This is the end of days, an apocalyptic \ cataclysmic haze

In a rain of fire we are done,

1000 souls calling out as one

Death from above, a sea of corpses down below.

Religious rage, a backstabbing, money making maze.

In a hail of bullets we are done.

The price for freedom, is paid for in blood.

Death from above, a sea of corpses down below.

Bombs fall from the sky, singing death's sweet lullaby

Death from above, a sea of corpses down below.