Long interred in a mountain's womb beneath industrial facade
Celestial treasure is harbored by fools
Temptation, consuming feeble minds insatiable craving for the divine
In slumber, hides an ancient key, connected to a world found in the deep
The vestige born of cosmic birth should remain undisturbed
But unclean hands have doomed the world and caused the desert flare
Whoa
Desert flare
Whoa
The landscape ablaze all in ruin and ash, the mountainside leveled and scorched
Man's callowed judgment has fostered despair
The vapor, of acrid air and flesh, a caustic wind is now the planet's breath
The beacon, that rents the sky with fire, awakens a passage in the void
The vestige born of cosmic birth should remain undisturbed
But unclean hands have doomed the world and caused the desert flare
Whoa
Desert flare
Whoa
Whoa
Desert flare
Whoa
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