Power is the heroin of the smallminded man And force, force is the needle the gun in his hand He lusts to control all the people and the land Complete, total destruction his ultimate end All love lost will be reborn Fire will burn Take your first breath Breathe your first freedom Our Fourth world nearing its end Purification close at hand Try but you cannot deny the earth is alive Our rivers, they are dying and smoke kills the sky Modern mans cities are built on their lies When cleansing flames burn, no one can hide from the truth All love lost... Our Fourth world nearing its end Purification close at hand The time it happened all before, the end was a flood Man became so arrogant and paid with his blood No lesson was ever learned our fate stays the same Profane civilization will perish in flame All love lost... Burn...
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