| We stand before an altar to a silent god
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| Incense and burning flesh the scents that fill the air
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| There is no salvation for those who once believed
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| No fire from Heaven, no answer to their prayer
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| No longer shackled to the myth of a silent god
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| Once forced to kneel but determined to stand
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| The chains are off and the truth shall be revealed
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| All this time we held the magic in our hands
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| Into the Holy of Holies
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| There is no wind to give us flight
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| Into the Holy of Holies
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| There is no fire fire to give us light
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| The curtain falls, there is no sign of silent god
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| Take to the wind and wing the angels hold their breath
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| There is no salvation for those who once believed
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| Take to the skies we proudly face our death
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| Into the Holy of Holies
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| There is no wind to give us flight
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| Into the Holy of Holies
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| There is no fire fire to give us light
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| Into the Holy of Holies
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| There is no wind to give us flight
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| Into the Holy of Holies
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| There is no fire fire to give us light
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| My Kingdom come
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| My Kingdom come
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| My Kingdom come
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| My Kingdom come |