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Thirteen are the ones residing in this eerie shrine |
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Every founder, each a liar, gathered by design |
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Their shadows move without a sound, faces dire |
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Apotheosis, to transform from man to god |
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Calling spirits of moonlight, bringing the cold draconian tide |
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The circle stands in the ivory tower,they're chanting inside the shrine |
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Heaven is a dream invented, never realized |
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Making masses fear hellfire and the end of time |
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They hide the truth within plain sight, codes and ciphers |
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Novus Ordo |
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Seclorum, the eye sees all |
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Calling spirits of moonlight, bringing the cold draconian tide |
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The circle stands in the ivory tower,they're chanting inside the shrine |
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Something comes as the air's vibrating and candles die with a sigh |
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Now behold, as the light is fading, for the invoked has arrived[Lead: KjellgrenLead: Nilsson] |
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For eternities the web was weaved |
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Bloodlines of certain stature to pull the strings |
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Bloodlines, all in all thirteen |
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Chosen by blood for the seal of the all-seeing eye |
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A transformation occurred within |
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Inside, beneath their skin |
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An eerie vision, a fearful scene |
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And now it's time to leave |
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Thirteen are the ones residing in this eerie shrine |
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Every founder, each a liar, gathered by design |
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Their shadows move without a sound, faces dire |
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Apotheosis, to transform from man to god |
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Calling spirits of moonlight, bringing the cold draconian tide |
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The circle stands in the ivory tower,they're chanting inside the shrine |
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Something comes as the air's vibrating and candles die with a sigh |
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Now behold, as the light is fading, for the invoked has arrived |
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In ivory towers |
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Inside the shrine |
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Under the sacred sign |
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In ivory towers |
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Inside the shrine |
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Under the seal of the all-seeing eye |
