Ultra-Sonic Death Reaction
Believing in the bane of thing undeadThe sorrow of being so old and so cold
Eons of blood upon the clawed fingers of dread
The Sun gives way to the ages to unfold
Circular friction upon an atomic damnation
Bringing silence in lunar distance
Thieving away with fearful stagnation
Going into a dark, blood battered deliverance
In the end of all that is desired
Causing the end of planetary traction
And the death of harmony to have transpired
All at the hands of the Ultra-Sonic Death Reaction
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