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Always, always behind us |
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Comes up, comes from the darkness |
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No shape, evil and timeless |
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Crawls out to chase us like animals |
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From where the rivers have no source |
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From where the hours run back to yesterdays |
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Beyond the known side of the world |
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It will arise when we'll forget its names |
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May you call it the king without a face |
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It's glass breaking voice will erase our memories |
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No trace, no sound- rest in peace |
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It's morphing into real |
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By pain, by greed |
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Its nature will reveal |
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When the ending is near |
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Go get your gun and bang the drums |
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March on the fields, your sweat will feed its might |
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Just drop the bombs and shake the earth |
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Open your eyes and watch it burning bright |
