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[Music: D.Gildenlow] ' |
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In fire, we can see our past and our coming. |
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For, as with us and our time, these flames are solely born through the complete and utterly consumption of its surroundings. |
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By which, the fire itself is also condemned to be destroyed. |
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Demanding, beautiful and very lethal, it lives itself to death...' |
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The higher |
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I am reaching - the closer to the sun |
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The more I learn the less |
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I know for sure |
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For each machine |
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I'm leaving |
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I find a bigger one |
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For each step |
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I turn wiser than before |
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But it's burning me... |
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Pilgrim, where are you going? |
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Pilgrim, your roads turning bleak |
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Pilgrim, true to your knowing |
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But what will you pay for the |
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Grail that you seek? |
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Though these roads seem endless |
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And life seems out of reach |
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The roads |
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I left were better off unwalked |
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If I had just been stronger |
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If I had dared to see |
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Maybe I would not have had to go this far |
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But still |
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I won't give in... |
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Pilgrim, where are you going? |
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Pilgrim, your roads turning bleak |
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Pilgrim, This quest is your calling ...the curtains are falling... |
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Pilgrim, where are you going? |
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And who sets the price on the answers you seek? |
