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I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on The Christmas tree, I wish I was the star that went on top I wish I was the evidence, I wish I was the grounds For 50 million hands upraised and open toward the sky |
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Riding through starlight and smashing the boundaries as hellfire falls from the sky. A shadow of pain will arise from the ashes of those fallen ones who have died. Our only master with fire and fury of hell will see his bidding done. Blasting from high as the battle unfolds, to the gates of the city we come! |
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