Fifty million miles below my feet, There's a lot of people, I'd like to meet There's theives and killers, Harlots and whores All were misguided But not any more... So I see their fate, In the black of the doom Waves of fire in the storm, Creatures howl at the moon, They're screaming intensly, Their cries are heard for miles, A prince resides their, Lake of fool, burning wild
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