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Kataklysm Epic The Poetry Of War

As the sky darkens the warriors awaken The feeble have fallen, opposition is weaken Strategic in play, trapped in vein Annihilated in dust damnation is

I manipulate your soul Deep inside the core Raping your existence In darkness I will control desire I will control your thoughts I will be your guiding

Have you ever felt Like the walls are closing in? Like your world is about to end? Trapped in a place where you can't escape Feeling desperate to breath

If you exist, why don't you heal my wounds? If you're God, release me from this tomb Why don't you heal my wounds? Why don't you heal my wounds? Why don

: (I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick) I'm sick and tired of feeling nostalgic For things I've done in the past I want to breathe the future Without

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: Listen as I dictate the future This republic most come to an end! Proclaim the emperor To lead the people And give this land the fruits of the world

: As the sky darkens, the warriors awaken The feeble have fallen, opposition is weaken Strategic in play, trapped in vein Annihilated In dust...damnation