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I dream with worlds

Burning in millions of fires

With the fury of war

Commanded by dictators’ desire

They will command

Their servents to kill

Satisfying

The devi’s will...

We won’t have sky

Just a mist of ashes

And we’ll salute

The last nigth with pride

The beauty of the apocalypse

Will be appreciated

When we take all the weaks

To your concerning ends

Look, ahead, black armies, arise

Blow up the enemy side

Emblaze their souls

Make them die slow

And watch them burn alive

Any behavior divergence

Cannot be to lerated

And must be punished

With our extreme hate

‘Cos we rule the world

With black desire

We have the power

Of malignant fire

We won’t have sky

Just a mist of ashes

And we’ll salute

The last nigth with pride

The beauty of the apocalypse

Will be appreciated

When we take all the weaks

To your concerning ends

We are artists of evil

We paint the new world

Our work will be done

With weak’s blood

When the vision of destruction

Reflect in our eyes

The supremacy of our people

Will be recognized

I dream with worlds

Burning in millions of fires

With the fury of war

Commanded by dictators’ desire

They will command

Their servents to kill

Satisfying

The devi’s will...