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Murderers. No one would hear me, no one knew I had a soul. Now winter
comes for you all. I will run the rivers dry, I will make the molten
mountains cry. I’ll bring the fire, I’ll take the air. I am the earth we
will never share. I dine with the moon, I am the father of mother nature.
I move to and fro won’t you let the others know that I am out to kill.

Murderers. Now can you hear me, now can you feel my soul? My winter comes
for you all. There’s no place to hide. I will call upon the raging tide.
I’ll bring the fire, I’ll take the air. I am the earth we will never
share. I will bring you down. You’ve brought this on yourself, it’s been a
long time coming now. I dine with the moon, I am the father of mother
nature. So can you hear me now?

You’re all victims of the same dying race. What have we done? Have we
reached our destination? You’re all features of the same lying face. We
die as one. Will there be another generation?

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