| A newborn day waits to surrect
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| But what will cover dawn?
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| Neither begging nor pleading will find ears
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| When all the angel hordes have gone to war
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| For a final twisted dance
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| A twisted dance into death
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| Writhe within the emptiness
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| Writhe because there lurks endless pain
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| To satisfy our brothers slain
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| To satisfy our sisters drained in flames
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| The dark age shall rise again
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| And ten for one we will revenge what has been done
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| Bathe in flames to clean your souls
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| Your silent screams guide your eternal fall
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| One another you will tear
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| Your flesh out of your bodies burnt by fear
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| Now keep your breath and feel inside
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| Can you feel… it’s the time
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| Is this judgement day?
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| We feel the signs supporting us But shall the moonlight bathe again our midnight prayers
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| To reach the aim we’re longing for
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| To rise up from the human dust we dwelled this earth
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| The trust in us and victory
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| Drives us against our enemy
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| Our kingdoms we are dreaming of And hoping gives us sense to be So let us bring an end to this
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| And lead the first hit to the faces
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| Of the crowds out of the light
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| For broken now lies all their might
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| From all directions coming in trembling with fear
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| The herd of God sentenced to death
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| I lead the first sword strike to eternity
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| You cannot flee from certain death
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| When dawn has come this final day pass with your dying breath |