| The idol eyes of stone
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| you see are cold and old
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| have no expression no
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| don’t scare anyone
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| now the wood of the cross is splintering
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| in this time old man’s mind don’t teach anymore
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| the child disowns his blood
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| this wind is corroding even the hardest rock
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| and it will sweep the sand away
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| The mire of the bog is sticking on your tired arms
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| the putrid air doesn’t let your breath is deep
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| your eyes see far
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| remains of life ill and feeble
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| skeletons of trees are keepers of nothing
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| remains of nature that’s already dead
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| The night of thoughts will be so long
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| will be so dark
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| don’t try to find in the air the flight of doves or vultures
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| set your teeth and go on! |
| go! |
| go! |
| don’t yield to fate
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| bite your lips and stand up don’t stop don’t surrender
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| not now that you feel you are so near
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| so near the light of the life
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| You know the way will be so difficult to find
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| every temptation to turn back so difficult to beat
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| don’t get it wrong
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| you can’t lose yourself
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| you are the fire against the ice
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| you are the day against the night
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| Somewhere someone is feeling your deeper thoughts
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| your bodies are vibrating
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| a thousand souls are one soul
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| angels of mire try to clean your wings
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| you, angels of mire try at least once to fly
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| and forever that wind will be ruled by you |