| Children of the dawn, crooked orphans of decievers, hiding away, decaying away,
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| awaken.
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| Frozen of the soul, feeding from the empty barrens, I summon you now,
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| arise to the cloud of minions.
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| The time has come at last, for the vital ones to suffer, sullen with fear,
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| the wrath of us all, is too much.
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| This is something more than just a faith I’ve fallen back on, this is but a promise as to what the future holds for us.
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| My misguided triumph a victory.
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| It seems as though you really aren’t hearing me.
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| I wont go out without a motherfucking bang
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| Til all that’s left of you is a motherfucking stain.
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| Bury your love in the sands of doom,
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| Wash away your irrepressible joy,
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| Annihilate hornet avenue,
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| As you father a new hell on earth.
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| The sky holds a window to a dream.
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| The waters hold a paradise unseen.
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| The journey holds the fortunes key.
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| You can go as long as you don’t scream.
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| Bury your love in the sands of doom,
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| Wash away your irrepressible joy,
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| Annihilate hornet avenue,
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| As you father a new hell on earth.
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| My misguided triumph a victory.
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| It seems as though you really aren’t hearing me.
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| I wont go out without a motherfucking bang
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| Til all that’s left of you is a motherfucking stain. |