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AT THE FOOT OF THE MOUNTAIN

TWO MIGHTY RIVERS CONVERGE THERE

IT’S A QUIET, SLEEPY TOWN

WHERE A SPECTRE HAUNTS THE HILLS

A DARK OMEN OF THE END

UNFURLS HIS GREAT BLACK WINGS

AGAINST A SILVERY MOON

CASTING SOMBER SILHOUETTES

HE GAZED UPON THE WRECKAGE

AS LIFE’S LAST LIGHT IS STOLEN

A SUNKEN GRAVE MARKS THEIR FATE

CALAMITY, DISASTER

THE TWISTED STEEL COLLAPSES

THE LAST GASPS OF DYING LIPS

CHOKED OUT WITH AN ICE COLD GRIP

CORPSES SINK BELOW THE WAVES

IT CIRCLES THE SKY ABOVE THEM

HARBINGER OF ABSOLUTION

VULTURES DRAW. TO THE SCENT OF DEATH

AND MANKIND’S FINAL DESTRUCTION