| From a clear blue sky
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| A sudden bolt came crashing down
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| Cracking all around, shaking the solid ground
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| The fortress of solitude
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| Was torn and shattered for the wind
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| Sunlight far away, fortune had gone astray
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| Into the crystal ball
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| Gazing with empty eyes he sighed
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| As one’s heaven fall
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| There’s no place to run nor hide
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| In ruins are the pillars of Eden
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| Dark clouds of misery
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| Came in and blurred the mind
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| Sharpest eyes gone blind, reasons they could not find
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| Uncertain prophecies
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| Distorted every sound thought
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| The vision seeking men fought through the lion’s den
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| Choirs of angels was drowned
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| By the sound of crumbling mountains one by one
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| The march of the demons had so now begun
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| Yesterday’s world was soon undone
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| How far to salvation?
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| How far to the promised land
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| Where the eclipse no more refuses us the light?
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| How far to salvation?
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| How far to a healing hand
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| That can mend the broken dream
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| And carry us out of the night? |