[ W.A.S.P. ]

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Fifty million miles
Below my feet
There’s a lot of people
I’d like to meet

There’s thieves 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 intensely
Their cries are heard for miles
A prince resides there
Lake of Fools, burning wild

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