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From the night comes a roar of thunder |
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Beholding light on the spell you're under |
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And the signs of death descend your way |
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Fighting back from the devil's hunger |
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Freeing souls from their chosen number |
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And the sword of right will guide your way |
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And thus you'll find that only demons fill your mind until you wake |
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But only time will tell the answer you've been blinded from today |
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Burning dreams cause your mind to wonder |
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Iron crosses are the calling numbers |
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And the fight for the answer still remains old |
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But the night will reflect the hunger |
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And the blackness will pull you under |
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Still the sword of right will guide your way |
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And in the night you'll hear the voices calling down and they will stay |
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But only time will tell the answer you've been blinded from today. |
