Bring us the end, harvest the crops of men
Horrid winds are blowing today, hear them!
It is the wrath of cain
Bringer of plagues and disease
Doom leads your hand writing the apocalypse
A god that wants to die
A tragic kind of killer
Lunatic, fanatic
Your self's greatest deceiver
Sulphur rain, you'll know the secrets of hell
Your leaders... revealed
Shadows cover the naked kings
Bringer of plagues and disease
Doom leads your hand writing the apocalypse
A god that wants to die
A tragic kind of killer
Lunatic, fanatic
Your self's greatest deceiver
God wants to die!
You can turn paradise into a wasteland, it's your greatest design
As tyrant you demand nature's powers to obey
From suicidal wrath no one will escape
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