Let's set out to kill the naive flock
Be the dividing means of panoramic disease
With rippled flowers dying at our demonic feet
Muffling dust is in the air
Our ancient passion shall now flare
The people's minds, those who care
And leave them in despair
Crying for their happy ending
We shall watch their spirits crumble
One last issue, one last thing
Listen to the quiet mumble
Our revenge is complete
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