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The day has come, they gather here |
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The fallen angel and his army comes marching out of the deepest pits of hell |
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They're crossing the rivers, the mountains and sand |
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Forcing the gates of the holy land |
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Run away, hide way. The sky is burning |
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Run away, hide away. Faces turning |
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Fields of pain, tears of blood |
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The sword of Christ among the evil legions of the underworld |
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As they're cast into the lake of fire |
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Run away, hide way. The sky is burning |
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Run away, hide away. Faces turning |
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Run away, hide way. The sky is burning |
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Run away, hide away. Faces turning |
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They're crossing the rivers, the mountains and sand |
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Forcing the gates of the holy land |
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Run away, hide way. The sky is burning |
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Run away, hide away. Faces turning |
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Run away, hide way. The sky is burning |
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Run away, hide away. Faces turning |
