| Behold the skies, they’re full of lies… in disguise
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| Behold the skies, they’re full of lies… in disguise
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| O, creator, so long we have fallen to our knees
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| So long we have murdered our honor, while protecting thine
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| Behold the skies, they’re full of lies… in disguise
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| Behold the skies, they’re full of lies… in disguise
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| And we, warriors moulded in the blood of his vanity
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| The silent, loyal shepard who tends my light is dead… in me
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| So let the night take thee in her arms
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| And dry these tears into her embrace
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| It’s the end of pretending and defending…
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| God’s holy light
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| El-shaddai, we serve thee, henceforth… no more
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| Show me heaven, show me guilt… embrace the pain
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| We must suffer to realize, we must despair again and again
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| No longer our knees we shall bend, no longer fold our frozen hands
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| We long for the darkness, our flames still burn for mother night…
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| Behold us now, as we cry, soon to die… to rise again
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| Behold the skies, they’re full of lies… in disguise
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| Behold the skies, they’re full of lies… hear our cries
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| I have seen us bathing in blood to defend his very glory
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| I have seen us kneel and praise for nothing…
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| I have seen him dying in our eyes
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| I have realized that god owes us his life |