| Lift the curse from us so we can see
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| Through rainy days we feed our misery
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| So many different names we nail upon the cross
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| To mock ourselves, to grin at bitter loss
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| And when we see right through the clouds that we create
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| We’re gripped with fear and burn the sacred oil of
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| Life eternal to the darkening skies
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| With only memories to guide we wander through those winter fields
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| Where frost bites deep and cruel wind tears at our bleeding hearts
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| …our bleeding empty hearts
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| See where the sun breaks the clouds they appear made of light
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| They ride upon horses the wind and the rain,
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| whitewinged stallions of immortal gain
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| Visions to strengthen the duskeaten souls on their way through the night
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| Towards eternal life in the face of the light
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| But chaos still is in command
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| Darkness feasts upon my lack of strength
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| A certain knowledge engraved upon us all
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| This world of sin shall surely fall
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| Rejoice my soul, I shall not fear
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| We are delivered, death, where is thy sting?
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| Aimlessly we stride on and on through frozen fields until we die
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| And wind can no more haunt our sleep the shallow graves keep out the night
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| …keep out the night…
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| …and night must yield to day and die
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| A certain knowledge engraved upon us all
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| This world of sin shall surely fall
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| This world is not where to have treasures, this world is not ours to keep
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| This world shall fall to lifeless ruins, oblivion shroud all our pride
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| A certain knowledge of desaster, this world of sin shall surely fall
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| …shall surely fall |