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Deep in their wounds |
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there's something strange |
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bad signs of death |
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foretelling the plague |
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While their strength drains out |
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they lose their hope |
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wating for a cure and a blessing |
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wating to be saved |
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Their faith decays, internal struggle |
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altered bloodstream in their veins |
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Their faith decays, internal struggle |
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fate's marked in their face |
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The rays of light are fading fast |
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The sun's turning black, seas are turning red |
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this will be the end of an insane age |
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forever they defied your power and force |
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now they realize they're naked souls |
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There was a time to get the meaning of things |
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There was a place to be just as we are |
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There was a time to forget all our fears |
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There was a place to forgive all injures |
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Crawling they clamor for their souls to be restored |
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to pursue the air as once they did |
