Many Years of Plagnum There is something hanging in the air People are being bitten There is no talk of rain They don't know anything That's why It can be a thunderstorm of a century The weather has the power to cast a spell to wipe out The atmospheric dust that suffocates us like me Pavilion of doom Wicked world, wicked world Pavilion of doom There is something hanging in the air People are being bitten There is no talk of rain They don't know anything That's why It can be a thunderstorm of a century The weather has the power to cast a spell to wipe out The atmospheric dust that suffocates us like me Pavilion of doom Wicked world, wicked world Pavilion of doom Pavilion of doom Wicked world, wicked world Pavilion of doom Pavilion of doom Pavilion of doom