| Cold day, a long away
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| You wake and say a morning prayer
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| Gods above, oh grant me your love
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| I’m lost, the gates are so far
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| Pray that the pain will be taken away
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| It’s not the first time that you bowed your head
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| You’re like the blind, cos' you see with your mind
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| You feel redemption is on the way
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| Then you shall see
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| You’re still free
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| Scream to your enemies
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| Believe in your path
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| Climb up to the hill
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| See the sun
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| And hear the voice from your heart
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| See your place 'mong the stars
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| And the river that you cried
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| When she passed you by
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| Take one step through the gates
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| See your life rewinding to the start
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| As you begin your march
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| Be the best when you’re cornered
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| By the foes who mock you endlessly
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| They’ll meet their destiny with pitchforks up their
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| Not a nice penetration
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| When you fell the stage sensation
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| In the fiery, steaming pits of Hell
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| Those pikes are cold
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| Deep in the minds
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| Of the gods and the blind
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| An eternal flame
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| Will be lighted in your name
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| So farewell for this journey
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| Consumes your life and your soul
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| I’ll see you then on the far side
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| When the march is done
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| And your soul’s released
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| As you’re watching the feast
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| Where angels of light
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| Are dancing with the beast
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| It’s a wind, weird scene
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| Yes, It’s hard to believe
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| But the good and bad
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| Are the same at last |