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Two Thousand Seasons[Verse]How have we come to be mere mirrors to annihilation And who do we aspire to reflect our people's death For whose entertainment shall we sing our agony In what hopes? That the destroyers aspiring to extinguish us Will suffer conciliatory remorse at the sight of their own fantastic success The last imbecile that dreams such dreams is dead Killed by the saviors of his dreams [Outro] How have we come to be mere mirrors to annihilation How have we come to be mere mirrors to annihilation |