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'The Ignorance of Bliss'

Looking down on his city of dreams there is a swelling of arrogant pride
Though there's a danger from which you can't hide
Observing flourishing city streets, while underground a darkness resides
Resides and thrives
Don't there is the baddest magic, A black list of black clouds and
fire to rise
This bad magic fire is one you may not well survive
Over nature man will never be king, this message is sent with a
waterless tide:
A Vesuvian Tantrum of ash and rock and fire

It's a Bad Magic
A Vesuvian tantrum of wrath
Bad Magic
of Campania's mysterious past

Some were so frightened of dying they actually had prayed for their death
And many had begged for the help of the gods
Over screaming and crying even more had imagined there were no
gods left
To save them
"I came and I saw and I conquered" Growled from the mouth of Vesuvius
As its furious black cloud of smoke was erasing the sun from the sky
Could this be my punishment or am I truly to believe that there are
no gods left?
And that that last eternal night has fallen on the world?

It's a Bad Magic
A Vesuvian tantrum of wrath
Bad Magic
of Campania's mysterious past
Bad Magic
In 79 A.D.
A Mad Magic
Forgotten for 15 centuries

'The Tantrum: A Rude Awakening'

Veni Vidi Vici

Ash had covered the city streets
and the absent God's temples were buried below

It's a Bad Magic
A Vesuvian tantrum of wrath
Bad Magic
of Campania's mysterious past
Bad Magic
In 79 A.D.
A Mad Magic
Forgotten for 15 centuries

Fortune favors the grave, but the black hand of death will come for us all.

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