| It’s in our sights, glowing in the distance
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| The ancient bong foretold in ancient cryptic texts
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| A huge armed fortress is what what stands in our way
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| We are prepared… Prepared to die on this fine day
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| We will show no fear with weapons now ablaze
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| The grim reefers coming
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| It is now time to fight!
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| Getting high off of death
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| Conquerors of Chronageddon
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| Getting high off of death
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| Conquerors of Chronageddon
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| Bursting through the gates, the final battle awaits
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| Our enemies will feel deaths sweet embrace
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| Accept your fate, massive explosions detonate
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| Splattering gore on to the cold concrete
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| War in our veins, only the strong will remain
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| Dark blood is falling like rain
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| Slaughtered legions
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| Killings begun
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| Corpses piling
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| People dying
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| No time to get lit
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| Inhale your final hit
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| We have just one mission
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| The bong must be returned
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| The stench of rotting corpses covers the war-torn battlefield
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| The carnage is far from over, their gruesome fate has now been sealed
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| The towers start to crumble, we laugh as it topples to the ground
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| The relic wait on it’s altar, it is now ours to take
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| Getting high off of death
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| Conquerors of Chronageddon
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| Getting high off of death
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| Conquerors of Chronageddon
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| Foretold by the gods, with power beyond good and evil
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| Rumored to bestow eternal life
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| Rumors had spread it could grant eternal life
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| A huge bong blast right to the head |