| Let the fire burn
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| And the ashes drown your past
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| Let the rain fall down
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| And wash the ruins of your life
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| When the wind is blowing
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| It dries the sands of decades
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| A new growth is born
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| And it is ready for a new flame
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| At the moment of silence I feel like I am the one
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| Who was chosen to stay and find out where this all begun
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| Fire is burning me
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| Desire to set us free
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| The choirs of glory
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| Have now turned to silence
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| The sound of the aeon
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| The arias of the oldest ones
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| Once so beautiful a flower
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| Has now lost its blaze
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| The young fallen child
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| Is now sleeping so pale
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| At the moment of silence I feel like I am the one
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| Who was chosen to stay and find out where this all begun
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| Fire is burning me
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| Desire to set the beast free
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| The wild stream of time is surging…
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| It’s flowing free…
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| It has a grip on me… a grip on you… Eternally…
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| The dark dreams of the past are calling with agonies…
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| They are haunting me… haunting you… Eternally… |