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"We were the rider and we were the hearse |
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We were the salvation and we were the curse" |
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We were the shadows |
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Hiding from the breaking day |
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And we were the flames |
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That once burned entire worlds away |
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Upon our broken dreams, we lay our heads |
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And fall into a slumber deep, with dreams as hard as lead |
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Tired of the tyrants, drained of tears to weep |
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We hope the sun will never wake us |
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As mankind slowly falls asleep |
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We were the wind |
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Caressing the Towers of Silence |
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And we were the storm |
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That once raged upon the welkin |
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We were the rain |
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Falling heavy upon the hearts of men |
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And we were the clouds |
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That usurped the warmth of the sun, again and again |
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Upon our broken dreams, we lay our heads |
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And fall into a slumber deep, we dream among the dead |
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Tired of this broken soil, the dark beneath our feet |
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We pray the sun will never wake us |
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As life itself falls asleep |
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We are the sand in the hourglass |
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Rushing towards our destined end |
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We are the sand of the ever-growing desert |
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Towards our world descends |
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We are the sand |
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We are the storm |
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We are the wind |
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Of a world outworn |
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We are the sand |
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We are the storm |
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We are the wind |
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Never to be reborn |
