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Kataklysm The Prophecy Stigmata Of The Immaculate

: Winds rip through glass Fragments in my eyes The world torn apart Swallows me in The sea rages on Mankind drowning I see the burning souls Lost into

: Hold on to your dear life And everything you ever were And pray to god For him to save your soul While I praise for pain Enough to drive you insane

: You've never seen A war like this before Entering a phase You've never explore They can taste the blood Flowing through your veins Embracing the insane

: The human race revolts Fighting a losing war Invaded by spectral beings Annihilation In a sea of blood Desert like vision Chaotic ruins embalmed Behold

: There are many ways to victory But only one to conquer To be king or to be slave For revenge or for submission Show him your strong when you're really