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The lore of elders passes judgment on this waste |
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And finding me or them does lack accepting fate |
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And as the moments pass another face arrives |
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We watch them come and go with speed of passing clouds |
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Forbidden fruits of dreams that rule our thoughts, my love |
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Of lands untouched and ways to come always maybe |
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But choking on promises meant for the deal |
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Thinking again the darkest hour before the dawn |
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Confirming fears that from the dawn of time have been |
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Retracing footsteps in dark chambers of gray lands |
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And through the madness, through the terror we must pass |
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As if awaiting sunlight that may never come |
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In time, we face ourselves with all our faults and fears |
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Now that I know the final conflict is within |
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I recognize the faces of my friends and hear the call |
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Come journey, journey with me through the darkest hour |