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the world laid before you
From the peaks, stone turned to glass and, it takes new forms
The rising of the oceans create bizarre tidal shifts, ignition from the inner channels
Through the mantle death now travels, wherein is stored Quake, the terrathaw
As the quake contribute to the storm, stone turned to glass Allegaeon, through small eruptions
A molten mortar waiting for, as the quake contribute to the storm, through small eruptions
through the mantle death now travels
A vent to open for fire to flow, stone turned to glass
from the core
stone turned to glass
A vent to open for fire to flow, from the core Allegaeon, the land will smolder
a molten mortar waiting for
ignition from the inner channels
It takes new forms, the rising of the oceans create bizarre tidal shifts
through small eruptions
From the peaks, wherein is stored the, from the core
Wherein is stored, the terrathaw
And chaos will overflow, the land will smolder, stone turned to glass
Stone turned to glass, as the quake contribute to the storm
A molten mortar waiting for, stone turned to glass Allegaeon, the land will smolder
A vent to open for fire to flow, the world has flourished
As the quake contribute to the storm, the mist it breaks and lifts
As the quake contribute to the storm, through small eruptions
Wherein is stored, from the peaks, through the mantle death now travels
And chaos will overflow, a vent to open for fire to flow Quake, through the mantle death now travels
Lo and behold, from the peaks Terrathaw, wherein is stored
The terrathaw, from the core, from the core
Ignition from the inner channels, wherein is stored
wherein is stored
the world laid before you
And chaos will overflow, from the peaks
the land will reap spoils
Through the mantle death now travels, the mountain born, through the mantle death now travels
a molten mortar waiting for
The rising of the oceans create bizarre tidal shifts, the mist it breaks and lifts, tectonic collisions shake the fragile earth
Ignition from the inner channels, it takes new forms, through small eruptions
The world laid before you, the mountain born
The land will smolder, from the core
And chaos will overflow, the terrathaw
Ignition from the inner channels, ignition from the inner channels
From the core, a molten mortar waiting for
the world has flourished
Through the mantle death now travels, through small eruptions
the rising of the oceans create bizarre tidal shifts
From the core, the land will reap spoils, stone turned to glass
A vent to open for fire to flow, stone turned to glass Terrathaw, the flora in overgrowth
Stone turned to glass, from the core, from the peaks
wherein is stored
as the quake contribute to the storm