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Λήξη: 28 Μαρ 2027

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Μετάλλιο Αναβαθμισμένου Λογαριασμού

Tribulation
On the hot, noxious winds of war I ride
With armor of mist and lance of moonbeam
Into the ear of Death I must confide
My desire to escape this dark and Godless dream
Ravenous mouths howl up to the falling stars
Before sinking jagged teeth into the throats of men
Bloodlust even greater than that of Mars
Is lost in the chorus of murder and sin
Tearful Angels spread their golden wings
And flee the corruption our arrogance has loosed
From highest of clouds to the valley of Kings
They know from scripture there will be no truce
From the bowels of Hades the dead do rise
Their realm swollen like a corpse ready to burst
Impervious to the seduction of our emperor's lies
Like banshees they try to quench the unquenchable thirst
Oh those forsaken souls who weep so loud
Who rode the dragon's back and basked in Its fire
Now crawl through hot blood under a sulfer cloud
Seeking escape from the Devil's ire
They hate their mothers for giving them life
They curse their fathers for planting their seed
But the one they fail to blame for their misery and strife
Is the face in the mirror that failed to take heed
Timothy L. Frasier

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