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(Epidemic Reign Part 4)
(03:41) - Gazing at the sky colred with a
gelam yet unseen. Birds no longer fly.
It`s not a dream this blinding beam.
(03:42) - Panic, someone realized. Every-
thing is iced the manic depression of the
centuries- The world is soon devastated
With ease. (03:43) - The temperature decrea-
ses. Watch the frozen sean, as my pulse go
down. The king has lost its crown. (03:44) -
Cold sun, will never shine (*) (03:45) - Free-
zing clouds, ready to fall. Killing us all.
Time after time I hear prophets that yell,
We`ve got life for sale. Children (now)
mentally deformed. Remember the sun
and how it warmed. A natural system is
wasted. Earth saw no grace, dead. (03:47) -
Everything is captured in capsules of ice.
Still I wonder will they all awake in para-
dise? Eyes of ice cannot see frozen souls
unable too flee. (03:48) - The maze of my exi-
stence, there`s no resistance. Finally I
leave this shell, rotting soul, I can feel
the smell .... Of hell. Terminal end. My
final peace, I descend. Everything is left
to infest, but even the maggots will rest.
Cold sun.

(Epidemic Reign Part 4)
(03:41) - Gazing at the sky colred with a
gelam yet unseen. Birds no longer fly.
It`s not a dream this blinding beam.
(03:42) - Panic, someone realized. Every-
thing is iced the manic depression of the
centuries- The world is soon devastated
With ease. (03:43) - The temperature decrea-
ses. Watch the frozen sean, as my pulse go
down. The king has lost its crown. (03:44) -
Cold sun, will never shine (*) (03:45) - Free-
zing clouds, ready to fall. Killing us all.
Time after time I hear prophets that yell,
We`ve got life for sale. Children (now)
mentally deformed. Remember the sun
and how it warmed. A natural system is
wasted. Earth saw no grace, dead. (03:47) -
Everything is captured in capsules of ice.
Still I wonder will they all awake in para-
dise? Eyes of ice cannot see frozen souls
unable too flee. (03:48) - The maze of my exi-
stence, there`s no resistance. Finally I
leave this shell, rotting soul, I can feel
the smell .... Of hell. Terminal end. My
final peace, I descend. Everything is left
to infest, but even the maggots will rest.
Cold sun.

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