| If you would listen to this silence
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| You could obtain keys to a new sense
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| A sight with explore your darkness
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| Without eyes, without light
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| In this ritual at desolate shrine
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| You hear no words, no prayers
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| This is the ritual of silence
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| The gateway to utter blackness
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| In front of pure nothingness
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| Man shivers like autumn leaves
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| Without the rhythm of life he is withering away
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| In front of the all-piercing eye
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| Naked behind his wall of flesh
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| Lack of safety and comfort
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| H is vanishing within himself
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| In this ritual at desolate shrin
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| You hear no words, no prayers
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| This is the ritual of silence
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| The gateway to utter blackness
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| In a dangerous meeting
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| With yourself in the abyss
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| Under the layers of chaos you are the will of god
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| Eye to an eye with a stranger you both raise your daggers
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| In the name of Satan
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| You become one
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| In this ritual at desolate shrine
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| You speak no words, you pray not
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| It is the womb of silence where you die and born again
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| And you see them now
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| Explorer of your darkness
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| The keys in your hands
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| A new world opens
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| ONE OF CHAOS
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| WITHIN CHAOS |