.Out of the East a prince shall rise
To summon fire from the skies.
I'm lord of this wasteland - where my word is law
My bedfellows pestilence, famine and war>Turn children to orphans - make wives into widows
Then laugh at your plight behind bullet-proof windows
With swords made.
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