| A symphony of madmen
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| A painted silent cry
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| Blood red is the color which
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| Makes the stars collide
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| The prophets of the eclipse
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| Says it’s time to die
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| Listen to their holler
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| Rising amplified
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| Above the Eiffel tower
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| Beyond the burning sun
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| On the streets of nowhere
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| Someone hits the ground
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| Time to run for cover
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| To the music of a gun
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| Every one out there
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| Is drowning in the sound
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| Sacrificed, immortalized
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| We will burn against the midnight sky
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| Standing side by side we have seen a world divide
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| We are the ones who will return with the wind
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| The keepers of magic and dreams
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| Stigmata on your hands from, the nails of heresy
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| Thorns will penetrate you, still guilt won’t set you free
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| Brother’s killing brother, the human legacy
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| There’s no one you can turn to, no more sympathies
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| Sacrificed, immortalized
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| We will burn against the midnight sky
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| Standing side by side we have seen a world divide
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| We are the ones who will return with the wind
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| The keepers of magic and dreams |