Suffering, this is our destiny
Swaying the power, this will be our reckoning
Trapped in reverie, we are the albatross
Traveling to your death bed
You'll be brought on this path, to wonder why
Drowning to the wet messes that's left inside
You'll be made to die, just as you were
Thirsting for the deeds, strangled to the curb
We, the angry mob will come to your door
Held to the door to end this place and war
To free our minds from fever, we'll leave our happiness
We'll enslave this world, take this hellfire world
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