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With Dead Hands Rising Capture The Plague

inside us all. Capture the plague. Capture the fever. Sit in your coffin and rot for the season. Capture the plague. Capture the fever. now I have

bowl Euphrates runs dry, armies walk across The seventh Vail Unleashes hell, every mountain is razed The mother whore Holds the cup in her hand, filled with