Like a ray of light
Like a shooting star
They can see you come
To set free the swarm
From a different world
From an ancient land
Will you say the words?
Let them breathe your air?
Death at your fingertips
With your venomous tongue you lick them clean
This isn´t what it said in the prophecy
Your are not what they thought you were meant to be
Salvation at your fingertips, precision is a must
You´re the one
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