| History doomed to repeat itself |
| Spin it like another broken record |
| This world, our prison and soon to be our tomb |
| By flood and fire |
| The Holocene is set for doom |
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| First comes the cold and stings through the bones |
| Malicious and merciless, not another ounce of mercy to behold |
| The sharp biting frost accompanied by the winds |
| That pierce through the plague in which erodes at our souls |
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| Then comes the fire |
| Over the hills |
| Dark smog encroaches |
| The sun snuffed out |
| Immolation awakens |
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| Pure suffocation |
| Asphyxiate |
| All the creatures of this earth can't run from the flames |
| No human intervention can fend off the blaze |
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| So, pray for the rains to hinder, to tame |
| The Ancient Mother offers no mercy |
| Mass displacement, famine, and annihilation |
| A true act of God, a cruel, cold conviction |
| The winds blow strong and feed upon the scorching |
| Spreading the embers, a new hell on earth emerging |
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| Cold winds |
| Pierce souls |
| Flames burn |
| Scourging famine |
| Embrace an age of hell unfolding |
| Brought to our knees |
| The future, foreboding |
| Pray for salvation |
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| Behold the ever-raging downpour |
| Relinquisher of the blaze |
| Take our sins and wash them clean |
| Drown the streets and sink our dying dreams |
| All erodes, reshaping all life |
| Carve us out |
| Taken by the storm |
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| Rivers plagued, stricken with pollution |
| Destined to run dry |
| Breaking the bonds connecting |
| To the circle of life, Oh! |
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| Alas, the frost, the deep winter winds |
| Seek refuge while you can before the storm sets in |
| The bodies now buried in rubble and ash |
| To be claimed by the careless acts of our past |
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| Weathered souls to be called back home |
| To the angered mother, we've ignored her call |
| Let our sins be cleansed by the flame and the flood |
| Devour our wickedness and return us to dust |
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| Welcome the downfall |
| Such is this entropy |
| Relinquish our history |
| Witness doom |
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