| A fallacious sunset for a millenium fading
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| An open wound for a mortal god
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| As a phoenix blinded by its own light
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| Someone sleeps feared by himself
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| Waiting and growing in silence
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| A hungry lion in the heart of the night
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| Feeds with symbols that sleeps in mud
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| Burning in fire and pride
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| On the ruins of a sad compassion
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| He has forged his blade with the sun
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| A buried sceptre and a golden crown
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| Wait the consumption of times
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| We stole the fire but forgot the sight
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| We painted the circle as line
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| And as the child forgets the past
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| A sea wave erases the old path
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| The stolen fire will not give the sight
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| So forever we’ll remain blind
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| And as the child forgives the past
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| Gold will soon turn to dust
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| Swallowing thorns of compassion
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| Burning in fire and pride
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| Sun of the liar — this growing madness takes me higher
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| Sun of the liar — burning flames in the swamp of desire
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| Pain and fever — He is the child of the immaculate womb
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| Pain and fever — There is not a chance for a cold blooded lamb
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| Pain and fever — He is the child of the immaculate womb
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| Pain and fever — A second chance for a cold blooded lamb. |