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When Stars CollideLook unto the days of warning,a night that the sky is burning when stars collide. Pure mathematical perfection, ancient pain feeds resurrection when stars collide. Forged in flames, sacred fire, born in eastern sands in guile. Born is he, ten millennia after the Clouding of Man. Sincerest veneration for he that vindicates the end of Man. Sworn are we, ten millennia after the Clouding of Man. Unleash abomination as we accelerate the end of Man. Look unto the days of warning, a night that the sky is burning when stars collide. Pure mathematical perfection, ancient pain feeds resurrection when stars collide. Forged in flames, sacred fire, born in eastern sands in guile. Born is he, ten millennia after the Clouding of Man. Sincerest veneration for he that vindicates the end of Man. Sworn are we, ten millennia after the Clouding of Man. Unleash abomination as we accelerate the end of Man. |