| In a faraway time, in the dawning of man
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| They were bound by the laws of the land
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| A flash in the sky, a roar in the ground
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| Had effects that they could understand
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| A river of gold the morning would bring
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| With lifeblood in every ray
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| Their cornucopia
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| Would run dry this every day
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| No turning back
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| Skies growing black
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| Now gods appear as people run
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| No turning back
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| Skies growing black
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| Now gods appear as people run
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| Behind the zenith of the sun
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| The black sun
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| In a gathering held a decision was made
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| To restore the imperative light
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| They couldn’t dissuade their desperate fear
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| Of a life in perpetual night
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| The forces at work, a will they must have
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| There must be a reason behind
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| A human sacrifice
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| The very first of its kind
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| Sending ripples of fear and a growing unrest
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| A belief of a spiritual cost
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| The couldn’t unsee the prophecy’s lie
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| On the day when humanity lost
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| Their innocence gone, taken away
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| By powers yet to be seen
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| Their powerless cries, their desperate calls
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| For deities to intervene
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| Now gods appear as people run
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| No turning back
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| Skies growing black
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| Now gods appear as people run
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| Behind the zenith of the sun
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| The black sun
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| Gods appear and they demand a ransom for their sun
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| Black sun
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| Show your face
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| Black sun
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| Show your face
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| The chosen ones in servitude
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| Will look upon your gaze
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| Again |