Resurection!
Repent, the end is near
Live life in shades of fear
For your doom is here
Entire nations
Have burned to the ground
Upon the hands
Of the Black Serpent Lord
You can sing this at my funeral
The prophets are all going blind
Because there is nothing left to see
The thieves are all going home
Because there is nothing left to steal.
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