| A day will come when the souls are gone
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| An old man dies and no one’s born
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| The Earth will be but an empty shell
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| Like the time before when the giants fell
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| Like a limb that doesn’t know it’s gone
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| This embattled race will stagger on
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| When the well of souls lies dry and bare
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| The mother sleeps, let all despair
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| A time will come when we’re forced to face
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| What we have done held in disgrace
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| Our place in time will soon be gone
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| In a wasted land dusk without dawn
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| Taking more than we’ve to give
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| If the mother sleeps we can’t live
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| When the well of souls lies dry and bare
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| The mother dies, let all despair
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| The wasted lives and the wasted tears
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| Won’t get us back these wasted years
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| The Earth will be a living Hell
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| Like the time before the angels fell
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| We’ve taken all that we can take
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| There’s nothing more to bend just break
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| As the well of souls lies dry and bare
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| The mother dies, let all despair |