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Horrifier Grim Fate

On the morning of December 26th A day when nothing seemed a miss This unsuspected attack was planned With many a musket held in hand Fourteen-hundred

Rising from the ashes Of colossal wreck The sirens call from within the ruins Call for the final attack Building burnt to ashes Corpses in the mud The

ripped and torn Surely you wish you'd never been born In the abyss of eternity For your prodigal deeds you bleed So now you have reached it This is your fate

Waking up in a cold sweat I see before my eyes what could be my death Bombs are dropped from planes high above Nuclear destruction crushes us below