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So let me show you
That there is nothing
New under the sun
So gather your days
And to the ends of the world
Together we run
Are we not the penitent
The willing and the righteous
Beasts without nation?
We are born of plague
And marked by your heresy
At the myth of creation
How we feared God
Held a flame into the void
And snuffed out the creator
How we became death
Destroyer of worlds
Destroy
How we feared God
Held a flame into the void
And snuffed out the creator
And we became death
And so let me show you
There is nothing new
How we feared God
Held a flame into the void
And snuffed out the creator
And we became death
Is this the march of all against all?
To the sound of a distant drum
All of your sons and daughters
Walking right into the sun