We raise our flags, the end is near.
Clear, cut, and dry, the vision is clear.
With wine to taste, we chase with a beer.
The only one to fear, is God, He's here.
Align, we settle, the Full Moon abides.
Consciously telling, all sorts of lies.
Set a blaze, the fire, the heat from the Sun.
The one and only El, the war is then won.
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