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I have seen the valleys of death

Where weeping flowers grow

Ugly streams of grey souls

Are marching towards the pyre

Now blasphemic bells

Are ringing in your head

We have made a weapon of hatred

To slay the stagnant powers

To reach the land of utopia

Where creative chaos reigns

Now blasphemic bells

Are ringing in your head

Wicked demons on the ringside

The challenger has cut his chains

We are aiming through the fog

Digging a deeper hole

But we shall rise from the pyre

Like a disaster from below

We have made a weapon of hatred

To slay the stagnant powers

To reach the land of utopia

Where creative chaos reigns

So cast yourself into the flames

Lick the powers of the burning planet

It is the reawakening

Of the revolutionary soul

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