Texty: The Autumn Offering. Doomed Generation.

It begins, from the sky comes a king of terror
The sky will burn at forty five degrees
Fire approaches the great new city
Who will be saved?

Twin brothers torn apart by chaos
While the fortress endures
Great leader will succumb
He'll be the death of us all

We are not a nation, we are doomed generation
We are not a nation, we are doomed generation
War, war

A new holy war, prophesied for hundreds of years
Spawns from the deaths of the attacks
Solider raining fire and aid on innocence
If only we could be aware

Never will we see the day
When decency will prevail
God have mercy on our souls
We've always been destined to fail

We are not a nation, we are doomed generation
We are not a nation, we are doomed generation
Now, now

As I look around I see our world begin to crumble apart
As poison rains from the skies
And our flesh begins to burn
I look around and realize there's nowhere to turn

In the city of God there will be a great thunder
Twin brothers torn apart by chaos
While the fortress endures
Our great leader will succumb

And the third great war will begin
When the great city is burning
And the world will end soon after

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