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"Some believe that life is merely a sad dream |
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From which death us awakes |
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If so, the herald of dawn already walks among us..." |
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Within these visions, I drown once more |
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Each day more violent than before |
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(I hear) wolves howling behind every door |
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And footsteps on an empty floor |
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Embraced by the sun's stygian light |
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My dreams, they come with open eyes |
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Loss of the blissful days of yore |
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The loss of all that we adore |
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Resounding to death's violent score |
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I saw it all, but there was more... |
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For a new kind of shadow walks among us |
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Unbound by laws of light and shade |
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Bearing its mark on both beasts and man |
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A herald to our world's descent |
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To no masters it bows down or hails |
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For with death itself, this rider trails |
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I saw as it came, a hearse with no name |
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New suns were born as the old ones gave away |
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I saw as it came, bearing the mark of Cain |
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And watched the world succumb to ancient flames... |
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Only two remain as the music fades |
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But no curtains fall upon this dying stage |
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Only two remain, grotesque lifeless facades |
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Made of only ash - before the winds blew them away... |
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The vision fades |
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And the sweet arms of reality surround me once again |
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But I see a cold future |
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That lurks behind these walls, awaiting to descend... |