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There's no way to stop the ancient ghost that is
There is no way to prevent the emergence of an ancient ghost.
rising from his grave
The ghost is rising from his grave.
Spilling a drop of hatred from his bowl
The ghost spills a drop of hatred from his bowl.
He senses the fear and misery, searching for fresh blood
The ghost senses fear and misery, searching for fresh blood.
Feeling hunger growing in his dark soul
The ghost feels hunger growing in his dark soul.
Here he stands ready to sow
The ghost stands ready to sow sorrow.
Harvest about seeds of his sorrow
He is harvesting the seeds of his sorrow.
As he takes his toll
He takes his toll, inflicting suffering.
Far on the horizon
Far on the horizon, the echoes of years are approaching.
The echoes of years closing in
The past years are catching up.
There's no escape anymore from
There is no escape from the exploding hatred.
The hatred exploding within
The intensity of hatred is increasing.
We are feeding the beast, he's becoming much more
We are contributing to the strength of the beast, making it more powerful.
Powerful every year
The beast grows in power every year.
We give him more leash, increasing our fear
We give the beast more freedom, intensifying our fear.
Soon will start the feast that ends in our extermination
A feast is approaching that ends in our extermination.
The signs are here the vision should be crystal clear
The signs are clear, and the vision should be unmistakable.
Here he stands ready to sow
The ghost stands ready to sow sorrow again.
Harvest about the seeds of his sorrow
He is harvesting the seeds of his sorrow once more.
As he takes his toll
He takes his toll, continuing to inflict suffering.
Far on the horizon
Far on the horizon, the echoes of years are closing in.
The echoes of years closing in
The past years are drawing near.
There's no escape anymore from
There is no escape from the exploding hatred within.
The hatred exploding within
The intensity of hatred is reaching a climax.
Far on the horizon
Far on the horizon, the echoes of years are closing in.
The echoes of years closing in
The past years are catching up.
There's no escape anymore
There is no escape anymore from the impending doom.
As the echoes start to ring
The echoes start to ring as a final warning.
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