| A strange request followed this call
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| For the darkening of every light, suffocation of every cry
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| Bells of death started to play
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| Depreciation of time, the explanation of lies
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| Drowning words can’t promise delight
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| The years of secrecy are gone
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| Trembling hands call for a Lord
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| The inversion of time, the realization of lies
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| Burning the shrouds
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| Of your illuminated souls
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| It’s the embers under our feet
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| The trails of blood lead me to your shrine
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| It fades, fades away
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| Freezing blood under my skin
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| The futility of efforts, obedience subverts the reason
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| Words descend into a haze
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| The inversion of time, depreciation of lies
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| Burning the shrouds
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| Of your illuminated souls
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| It’s the embers under our feet
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| The trails of blood lead me to your shrine
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| It fades, fades away
|
| Burning the shrouds
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| Of your illuminated souls
|
| It’s the embers under our feet
|
| The trails of blood lead me to your shrine
|
| It fades, fades away
|
| Burning the shrouds
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| Of your illuminated souls
|
| It’s the embers under our feet
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| The trails of blood lead me to your shrine
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| It fades, fades away |