| Now we gotta find out
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| That summer’s evening’s gone
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| We lived a daydream
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| Embracing home
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| Now we gotta wake up
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| Do we really think the world to be a
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| Creative oversight
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| Do we really think of senseless power
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| Odd forces will reveal — expose
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| The true essence of things
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| The reason of all
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| That has come to existence
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| No more silent cries will be able
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| To divide all our lonely inner nights
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| Fragrances of truth will call for us
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| Will we ever find out, what means: To be
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| Will we spread it out, the day we see
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| While we’re exploring thousand mighty miles
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| In the lost, new-born
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| Only true kingdom
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| The counterfeit master of the world
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| Will call for his empire
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| He’s the demon of illusion, sorrow
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| Darkness, mourning, and appearance
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| Forests will explode and on red wings
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| Spirits will ascend into the sky
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| Cities will catch fire and they’ll carbonize
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| Silent, hot and dry
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| These corroding flames, they will seize
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| Surround us too
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| You is the victim — the dormant peace
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| We will burn
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| The air will be afraid of our mortal frame
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| Ethereal we are, the air we breathe
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| The storm that’s stirring up all fire
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| I see, our life and limb will still
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| Not come to harm at the moment
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| That’s the reason why we still think
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| Of everything to be alright
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| But our hidden souls already dwell
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| In seas of flames, red hot solution
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| How will we stand the fire tomorrow
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| (Instrumental) |