| Kissing the stillness, caressed by the cold
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| This path of deceit shall never grow old
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| Ageless and guiltless, feasting on damnation
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| And the ever growing fear in their eye
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| One lash for my guilt and two for my lies
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| Beaten by the wolves in innocence disguised
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| Kissing the stillness, caressing the cold
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| In the mouth of damnation, I am growing old
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| We have come on wings of torment
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| Follow us, all of us, sable rising
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| With our guilt to feed the vultures
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| Follow us, all of us, sable rising
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| The temple lay in ruin
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| And the artist has escaped
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| Leaving his works behind
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| The starving statue takes its shape
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| Kissing the stillness, caressed by the cold
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| This path of deceit shall never grow old
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| One lash for my guilt and two for my lies
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| Beaten by the wolves in innocence disguised
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| We have come on wings of torment
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| Follow us, all of us, sable rising
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| With our guilt to feed the vultures
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| Follow us, all of us sable rising |