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Night is crawling near |
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And darkness approaches on the horizon |
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The tops of the trees reflect |
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As shadows on this garden |
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The sight is getting misty |
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Cadavers rise from wide open tombs |
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Cold shapes in the air |
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And the seal is broken |
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The dead are brought together with the living |
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Uniting on their way to paradise |
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Escape from mortality |
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And touch the wastes of infinity |
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The seal is broken now |
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We leave this place of superstition |
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Into the cosmic sphere |
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Plunging through dark clouds |
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And head for completeness |
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On illusions shown in dreams |
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We leave this place of superstition |
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Into the cosmic sphere |