| Into the vestibule with nothing but my pride
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| Left in the empty isles where shadows cannot hide
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| Inherent doubts and fears no longer at my side
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| My body swept of filth and cleansed now in the tide
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| We are the end to come
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| To all that has begun
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| Say goodbye to the setting sun
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| One for all and all for none
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| Now wipe the blood away that covers up your face
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| Behold the prophets in illuminated grace
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| Hands raids towards the tower high above the storm
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| Struck down the righteous few blessed to be reborn
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| The march of the damned, burns through the turf
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| No longer salvation but melting the earth
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| Waking disaster, that hides in your faith
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| No longer salvation that’s left in it’s wake
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| All hail the king of kings, saviour of the herd
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| Fire dripping from his lips and ice forms on his words
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| The heavens open wide and swallow up the sun
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| Arms wide in loving praise the damage has been done
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| We are the end to come
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| To all that has begun
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| Say goodbye to the setting sun
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| One for all and all for none |