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Fifty million miles below my feet
Theres a lot of people
Id like to meet
Theres theives and killers
Harlots and whores
All were misguided
But not any more…
So I see their fate
In the black of the doom
Waves of fire in the storm
Creatures howl at the moon
Theyre screaming intensly
Their cries are heard for miles
A prince resides there
Lake of fools, burning wild