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The terror, the terror, The atmosphere is shifting. The horror, the horror. The power, the power, Is growing out of chaos. The order, the order. The
feed, to kill." "In your name; I bestow your pain By your face; I destroy his grace Through your eyes; I create all lies By your flesh; I
Then the fourth angel poured his bowl Upon the sun and the flames came And men were scorched with fire, in blasphemy... The cursed the God of plagues