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There's nothing left in this world but oblivion

And the singe of the flames

Singe of the flames

Circling buzzards and the stench of the dead

To God, it's all the same

It's blowing down from the north wind

An ancient prophecy of doom

It's blowing down from the north wind

An ancient prophecy of doom

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