| Monuments of a monumental collapse
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| Going down
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| The touch of a smothering spirit touches no one no more
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| Existence
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| The path of the wretched exposed
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| The final high
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| A sparking dance towards the downfall
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| Incomplete creations
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| Man-made gods and laws
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| All going down
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| A Second Coming giving birth to a greater time
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| Persistence
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| The endless repetitions forms our fate
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| The sleep has ended
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| Now the many restless gather
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| A lurking kind
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| Alone as one
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| Restless be our ways
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| A hundred tongues unite as one
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| In the great praise
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| At the well
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| The poisoned well
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| She drank athirstly
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| Mother of delusions
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| Weakened
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| As the curtains fall
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| The nameless and the naked
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| Sharing shame once again
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| As the endless night devour every prayer
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| Mortal plague vanquished
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| Dead dogma feed the ever-growing hunger
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| Of the reborn
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| The greater kind
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| Defiance
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| Behold the fearless unite once again
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| The wait has ended as the flames engulf the filthy liars
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| A lurking kind
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| Alone as one
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| Restless be our ways
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| A hundred tongues unite as one
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| In the great praise
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| A lurking kind
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| Alone as one
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| Restless be our ways
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| A hundred tongues unite as one
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| In the great praise
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| As the black passage lead fearless children
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| Towards greater gods
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| The old world dies
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| And its prophets are all exposed as frauds
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| Black passage never-ending
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| Let your words become
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| The chant of the many restless;
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| Praise the coming of the dark
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| A new time is here
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| Behold
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| Its children bear our liberation’s mark
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| Praise the great
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| The wait is over now
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| The black passage took us far above
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| The stars of feeble gods
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| And it has only just begun |