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I admire its purity. It's a wonder, |
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Unclouded by conscience, remorse... or delusions of morality. |
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No more explanations from God. |
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His voice is now dry as desert |
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For the children of the Earth to come. |
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Blood and dust, milk with poison |
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From our mother's breast. |
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The Sun will die tonight. |
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Cry of a million stars. |
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The Sun will die tonight. |
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Lightless dawn, day of our storm. |
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Our storm is coming |
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'mid dreams of unholy nights. |
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Pageantry of a new monarchy. |
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End of season of life and light. |
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Before we go whence we shall never return. |
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God looked away so long ago. |
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The dirty side of Earth cries |
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But the storm won't stop. |
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All that shall perish |
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Shall be rewritten in sand, |
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Wind that brings warm rain |
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Of desolation. |
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Flowing like blood, a thousand screams. |
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We still have no fear. |
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To see what lies under our storm, |
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To see what lies behind our storm. |
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Close your eyes, wrath to purify. |
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Towards our storm. |
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Wheels of pain we left behind. |
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Towards our storm. |
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Regret is banned, |
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Thus spake to throne of the damned one. |
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To reign in the name of misfortune, |
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Deceit of God. |
