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Born from the dregs of reptiles They are preparing to die Lobotomised by supremacy For fire one kills from the cold one dies Primordial instincts forcing the concept of divine Generated by fear and neglected Where only the microscopic germ Has the power to annihilate or forgive For fire one kills from the cold one dies Awake!!! Only death is certain Dawn of this world Awakening of dawn Only death is certain in this dying world Tnemom sseldne na eb lliw hsalc lanif eht rof gnitiaw Yaw fo dne eht ot sdael seiceps eht fo gninnigeb eht The beginning of the species leads to the end of the way Waiting for the final clash will be an endless moment Glimmers of knowledge were not handed What we have created will destroy us From Letras Mania