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All lies in ruins |
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The world is silent |
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Under an awakening sun |
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With dread I wander |
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Across the wasteland, |
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through dust and empty streets |
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No signs of life |
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In this barren landscape |
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All lies withered before my eyes |
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No sounds, nor scents |
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Not even laughter |
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In this desolate, cold Hell |
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I cry without tears, forlorn |
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I have become |
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What is this place? |
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What has happened? |
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I cannot believe my eyes |
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Where are the ones |
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I used to honor? |
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All my past forever gone |
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I cry without tears, forlorn |
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I have become |
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I cry without tears, alone |
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I shall remain |
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Fear inside, cannot hide |
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From its grasp, ripping me |
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Loneliness, tears my soul |
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To a shell, (of) void and pain |
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The night will come |
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With chilling darkness |
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And haunting dreams in restless sleep |
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I glance into |
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The distant sunset |
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And try to calm my anguished mind |
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I cry without tears, forlorn |
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I have become |
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I cry without tears, alone |
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I shall remain |
