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Gone is the light |
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Dead is the sun |
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On these wasted plateaus |
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Where only wolves now run |
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| [01:21.64] |
The temples that men built |
| [01:24.33] |
Are now naught but places of guilt |
| [01:28.20] |
Gushing forth destruction and filth |
| [01:31.33] |
Themselves covered in cleanest silk |
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| [01:39.73] |
Now the snow is black |
| [01:42.55] |
The sun, painted black |
| [01:48.86] |
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| [01:53.11] |
Yet I travel with a torch in my hand |
| [01:56.79] |
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| [01:59.29] |
Wandering the length and the breadth of this land |
| [02:02.87] |
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| [02:05.92] |
The sun is sleeping behind the clouds |
| [02:09.30] |
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| [02:11.99] |
Its fire stolen by the hounds |
| [02:16.34] |
We unleashed upon him |
| [02:18.45] |
We were the Prometheus of our time |
| [02:22.41] |
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| [02:26.22] |
Unknowing the depth of our crime |
| [02:29.49] |
|
| [03:04.87] |
The sun is sleepijng behind the clouds |
| [03:07.93] |
Its fire stolen by the hounds |
| [03:11.17] |
We were the Prometheus of our time |
| [03:14.42] |
Left wondering the depth our crime |
| [03:18.77] |
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| [03:21.38] |
A sword on my shoulder |
| [03:24.88] |
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| [03:27.47] |
An axe on the other |
| [03:30.90] |
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| [03:34.38] |
A torch in my fist |
| [03:40.39] |
The fire in my heart |
| [03:46.47] |
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| [05:23.27] |
Gone is the light Dead is the sun |
| [05:35.07] |
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| [07:10.62] |
Yet I travel with a torch in my hand |
| [07:14.53] |
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| [07:17.08] |
Climbing the highest mountains |
| [07:20.37] |
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| [07:23.36] |
Wander the length and breadth of this land |
| [07:26.95] |
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| [07:29.81] |
To carry fire to our fountains |
