Prepare yourself to face the coming change! Wake up defiant and warn the others Wake up the fire inside your voices! We are defined by what we inspire... Remembering the end of the world... brings me restless nights Calling me from above, a choir recites Change is coming! And I awaken the fire inside my voice I tremble and shake as it fills the void The day turns into night... I am catastrophe We are fire in form, and I want to wake myself, make myself Rise up, rise up to fall... Why dont you lay it down, lay it down on the line And then we will rise! Living in the dirt, breathing in my worth Make no mistake, this is my rebirth Before the days of the cataclysm, we obeyed the law of one We just wanted to breath, we wanted to be... We are the sons of war, married to a past so violently ignores So I Face my imperfect desires, waiting for the age to expire We are fire in form, and I want to wake myself, make myself Rise up, rise up to fall... Why dont you lay it down, lay it down on the line And then we will rise! The story of human memory of catastrophes that took place in historical times, strangelydespite the fact that they were described in so many sources is as if nonexistent for the scientific world...
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