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Towering cloud, mystery shroud Enveloping and concealing The purpose of pain, is never in vain Purity is our healing The hour’s late we can’t negotiate We’re dancing on the edge of reason and we’ll soon ignite When smoke is rising, It won't be long until the fire A Serpent of Brass, Pandemonium Mass, All of the children sleeping We’re drawing so near, the precipice of fear Over the edge we're leaping I feel the heat on the horizon I see the temperature keep risin’ as it draws us in When smoke is risin’, fire is comin’ The world is on fire tonight