| With bleeding hearts, we got betrayed by the snakes
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| We lost our lives and what we won was a chain
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| There needs were clean
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| Eyes stray forgotten
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| And many a brave man has fought in vain
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| The bright and broken unleash nature
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| The power of beauty will conquer all
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| Rise above the mess of weakness and lies
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| The new symbols will never fall
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| And see the ashes, the changing fires
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| The storm of the gods, unleashed and undone
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| The glimmer of hope, fainted and darkened
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| Yet, our time it done come
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| And see the ashes, the changing fires
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| The storm of the gods, unleashed and done
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| The glimmer of hope, fainted and darkened
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| Yet, our time it done come
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| Yet, our time it done come
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| Yet, our time it done come
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| Yet, our time it done come
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| Yet, our time it done come |