| Still sublime and still unbowed
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| Heat and rain have fallen out
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| Which of them has better right
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| To buy your soul for wealthy life and might
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| Desert’s cry is strong and loud
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| Madding soul has thrashed about
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| Cracking into dust
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| Who’s gonna burn the sleepless nights
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| In remains of stones and lights
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| They have no trust for million days
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| And trap the souls in search of trace
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| The Soul King, the primal fear
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| Your time has gone and no one hears
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| And all you can is cry and pray
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| Until your eyes are blind and jaded
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| Cracking into dust — Far to the skies
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| To dreams and stars soul rises high
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| Cracking into dust — Far to the skies
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| Along the dream path
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| Soul rises high cracking into dust
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| From edge to edge of any world
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| The devil finds a soul to hold
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| You see the truth and get the lies
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| And you have nothing but the void inside
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| The sins are guardians of the dark
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| So weak and sold for lying hopes
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| They’ll leave a scent on deadly coast’s sand
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| The senses fail in sudden scare
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| Last chorus screaming in despair
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| The holy souls have been deceived
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| And now they wait to be released
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| The blind parade with blind bands
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| The soul falls among the sands
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| When god appears in the dreams
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| With holy fire in somber canyons
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| The roads to Stygian lands on sleepy strands! |