| Seeking for the deities, praying for release
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| Echoes without reply, screaming into the sky
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| The gods descended
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| From where they were thought to reside
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| To a subterranean void, to the other side
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| No augury, no disorder accompanied their disappearance
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| No horror, no misery resulted from the silent farewell
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| The sky is empty, the life is dead
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| All hopes and sorrows are forgotten in the end
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| The sky is empty, the day is black
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| All gods are gone and they are never coming back
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| Only those who retained allegiance
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| Were requested to fulfill
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| The promises given in their prayers
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| Bound to the inner belief
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| Of an unlasting physical existence
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| All devotions remain unheard
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| The realm of gods remain desert
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| Rituals die away in the absence of all divinity
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| There never has been a time
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| When the sky was as clear as now
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| When emptiness brought wealth
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| And darkness caused illumination
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| The spiritual cage of divine suppression
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| Has finally been opened
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| Through the will of ourselves
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| The sky is empty |