With fire you bring the towers down
Desire to seek the golden crown
Such hatred for the wretched damned
You bring destruction to the land
This is naught but the fevered dreams of madmen
Caught in a trap with no way out
This is the time when all could perish
In an incandescent fire bright
In flames the cities burn to ground
No trace of survivors can be found
Such devastation left behind
With burning eyes destroy mankind
This is naught but the fevered dreams of madmen
Caught in a trap with no way out
This is the time when all could perish
In an incandescent fire bright
We crash into a broken fate
Breathe in the politician's hate
Pick gods by greed and unjust war
Is the fattened calf worth fighting for?
This is naught but the fevered dreams of madmen
Caught in a trap with no way out
This is the time when all could perish
In an incandescent fire bright
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