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Woorden: Iced Earth. The Crucible Of Man. Something Wicked (Part 3).

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I can see clearly now
A painful vision indeed
An attempt at genocide
Twelve thousand years of pain

The human thirst for dominance
Leads them to Setian ground
The gravest of all threats now exists
All galaxies could suffer

Imagine the consequences
If man does succeed
The universe and all that lives
Will suffer evermore

Like a virus man will spread
Through the time continuum
It's a power they can't comprehend
A power we must secure

So heed my word
A prophecy that's bleak and haunting
Acceptance not fear
Will pave the way for life returning

The elder foreseen
In sacred flames our world is burning
Yet more things are clear
By grand design, punishment unfolding

Faith in the prophecy
We'll take this tragedy, unite as one
Fate, show man no sympathy
Something wicked feeds, thy will be done

Ten thousand souls
One for every year of framing
One of thirteen the high priest
And the twelve that council

Charged with our tome
Retribution for our loved ones suffering
In secret they'll meet
A global network that endures for centuries

Faith in the prophecy
We'll take this tragedy, unite as one
Fate, show man no sympathy
Something wicked feeds, thy will be done