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Текст: Whitechapel. The Darkest Day Of Man.

Infatuated with the ignorance we all pretend to ignore
With the time and preparation I could be a tyrant and ensure the downfall
I could easily entice you to kill everything that you love
Kill everything that you love
Your system knows it all
No secrets kept within the walls
I have the plan to bring it all down to an end
How the fuck could anyone believe the truth
When the religious fools have endless prophecies
Bring it all down to an end
I find it amusing when you think it all makes sense
I have the solution
Bring it all down to an end
Now that I have control of you all
This situation is only getting worse
This situation is only getting worse
The darkest day of man is upon us all
You are all now reborn to serve your purpose well
The darkest day of man is upon us all
Now the world can rest in peace forever
Now the world can rest in peace forever
Now the world can rest in peace forever