Apocalypse

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Bring us the end.
 Harvest the crops of Men.
 Horrid winds are blowing today. Hear them!
 Its is the wrath of Cain.
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 Bringer of plagues and disease
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 Doom leads your hand
 Writing the Apocalypse
 A Gods that wants to die
 A tragic kind of killer
 Lunatic, fanatic
 Your self's greatest deceiver.
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 Sulphur rain.
 You'll know the secrets of Hell.
 Your leaders... revealed.
 Shadows cover the naked kings.
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 Bringer of plagues and disease.
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 Doom leads your hand
 Writing the Apocalypse
 A Gods that wants to die
 A tragic kind of killer
 Lunatic, fanatic
 Your self's greatest deceiver.
 GOD WANTS TO DIE!
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 You can turn Paradise into a wasteland.
 It is your greatest design.
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 As tyrant, you demand nature's powers to obey.
 
 From suicidal wrath no one will escape...
 

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Duration
03:56
Key
1
Tempo
150 BPM

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