[Verse 1] The scriptures whisper, the end is near, A third world war, then plague appears. Not like the COVID theater show, This time the real death blows will grow. [Pre-Chorus] They weakened billions, shot by shot, Immune systems left to rot. Green Pass chains, the masses blind— Now war will kill what’s left behind. [Chorus] One-third by sword! One-third by plague! The prophecies carved in history’s page. You played their game, you took the bait, Now meet your fate at the hands of the state! [Verse 2] They fed you fear, they drained your veins, Turned all your rights to prison chains. The stage was set, the script was sold— Now watch the real pandemic unfold. [Bridge] [Screamed vocals, dissonant guitar solo] "Wake up! The clock’s run out! The weak will die, the strong will doubt! They wrote the end before it came— You cheered the wolves who stole your name!" [Assolo] [Chorus] One-third by sword! One-third by plague! The mark is set, the die’s been cast. No more lies, no second chance— Just ash and dust in the devil’s dance. [Outro] [Slow, doom-laden riff] The prophets knew, the warnings burned… But no one listens till the world is turned. [Verse 3] The golden boy with the stupid grin, Bends the economy, breaks the system. Empty wallets, factories rust, While he laughs and burns our trust. [Pre-Chorus] The other one, with the Roman hand, Plots the chips to own the land. Scan your skull, erase your mind— A slave in the grid, no way to hide. [Chorus] One-third by sword! One-third by plague! The rest will kneel to the digital age. AI steals the bread you earn, While the world becomes a zombie urn! [Bridge] [Screamed, chaotic breakdown] "No jobs! No rights! No fucking air! Machines decide if you get a share! This ain’t life—it’s a mannequin show, Puppets strung up for the rats below!" [Verse 4] [Whispered, eerie] Check your veins, check your skin, Do you feel the needle’s grin? They’ll track your pulse, they’ll own your breath, Till you beg for a quick death. [Final Chorus] [Gang vocals, explosive] One-third by sword! One-third by plague! The last ones crawl through the ruins they made. No god, no law, no human face— Just a CHIP where soul used to be placed! [Outro] [Droning bass, radio static] "Welcome to the New Age… Resistance is obsolete." [END]
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