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Moltres (Burning the Masses)

And when it came to sit, Its wings folded At it's own sides. Taking flight over the sky, A creature made by fear. It seemed senseless to try and fight the beast With so many slain uncountless. As then it came to me With wings of fire, Burning the town, Left no sound. Die endlessness As I watch you scream. You will not change With wings ablazed. As then it came With wings laid in pieces. As then it came, Your time, A time for destroyed. To sons of the f**king sin, Screaming exhuasted pain, If dies if you're alive. To the sons of f**king sin, It does see what's left. Before you walk away Ignore what rests behind, It's hunger thirsts for more. Let's rise and set out, For the beast of the sky.