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Forged in the fires of our distorted selves |
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The burning victims of our self-proclaiming Hell |
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Invading, assailing |
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New darkness once more unveiling |
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Beneath the blanket of a thousand stars... |
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Condemned to a future that none foretold |
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In one perpetual midnight of the soul |
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Waning and cascading |
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Our strength is utterly failing |
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Beneath the cosmos of our shattered dreams |
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What brings the end |
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What will bring forth the Night |
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What kills the soul |
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Would surely be worth the fight |
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"What will be lost |
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What will remain |
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When life and death |
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Have become one and the same..." |
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We who once reached for the skies dreaming we could fly... |
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We welcome the darkness |
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We welcome the new age |
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We welcome all the throes from our past mistakes |
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As long as one day it will all end |
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For we are bound for death... |
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No more than fumes of the fires that once befell |
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No more than ghosts in the shells that we now dwell |
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Waning and cascading |
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The world beneath us is falling |
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Yet our grim cadavers continue marching on and on... |
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What brings the end |
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What will bring forth the Night |
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What kills the soul |
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Would surely be worth the fight |
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So we could leave |
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This Hell called life |
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This undying world |
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Finally behind |
