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Above the earth swarm thousands
On the ground they run by the sign of the sun
In the wastes summons a voice
A voice of destruction, the calls for stavation
Abomination towards the sun
Now there is nowhere to run
Foul and cursed
A home of ugliness, torture and pain
Take me there
The horror that hides behinds this supernatural being
Foul and cursed
The stench of this desert
What have I done?
He is Lord of Flies
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