| There was a time when I could speak up to the Lord
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| A burning heart that made a real mystery unfold
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| I won’t remember what is lost in tug of greed
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| In an ideal world that was made for me to see
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| It creates the atmosphere of fear
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| Pain, lots of pain come into my ears
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| Drowning slowly in the river of tears
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| True enemies are drawing near
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| Screams of agony within this violent storm
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| The day the child died, the day he was born
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| Souls gather waiting for this judgement day
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| Glory of this sacred day fades to gray
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| The only thing which always fail
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| Returns everyday
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| At the final gate, some began to pray
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| Get ready for doomsday
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| The power and protection
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| Jesus' resurrection
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| Its support, helped us never
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| Our souls are damned forever
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| I joined — life departed. |
| When I met my doom
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| No daylight under the unholy darkest moon
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| Renewal to the highest ultimate degree
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| They verge on the meaningless, they sent to set it free |