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Scorpions tail

very queer, reaches out from a chariot fear

Breast plates gleaming copters blades screaming

Suddenly y a new orange star appear,                  

Driving tanks the sands of time,

insecticide solders spray new crimes,

Armed locust torch this land,

Prophesies reach out through the sands

                                                  In Baghdad he could appear, beginning in the halls of fear

                                                   Master of the maggots line, meetting with the worms of crime

                                                  Speaking in blistering rhymes Oil and gun powder ritual line

                                                   awaken him from another time

On the ocean lies, lord and master of flies, dreaming in his foulest breath,

nightmare land scrapes of death,

steaming hills of burning flesh Dante's hole nothing less,

                                                             melting concrete twisting piers, admist the rise of new hell fire