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No trace of the holy |
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No light on the new horizon |
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Dead rainbows of time |
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Forgotten warriors and stories |
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No sight for the blind |
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We have crucified religion |
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Seeking secrets and signs |
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My inner voices scream for vision... ooh |
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Burning road of the cross your eyes are blinding |
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Spirit black you attack and chain my soul |
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In the devil machine the world is grinding |
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Hear the tick of the clock turning the wheel |
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Inside your mind you are the only one |
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Chasing dreams beyond pain |
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Pale face of the lost and lonely |
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You blame the moon and the rain... ah yeah |
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It's the road of the cross and we are turning |
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Coming back from the black to praise the sun |
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Sending waves with my rock the music's burning |
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Let it kick like a shock to make you feel |
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The unborn days of the future |
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Winding land in the dark |
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Tearing pages from the book of evil |
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You must keep your sacred spark... in your heart |
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See the sign of the cross it took us under |
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Looking back spirit black burning the wheel |
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I'm a man of the rock I give you thunder |
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Like a shock to the heart I make you feel |
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On the road of the cross... I'm going under |
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Spirit black coming back... you're not the only one |
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It's a devil machine... it's gonna burn |
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Hear the tick of the clock turning the wheel |
