| A long lost tradition existing through the ages
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| Of monsters made and superstitions born
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| Behind closed doors lies the work of our creators
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| Sorrow turned to joy as the weak are deformed
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| What happens next is a mystery
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| The only answer lies in the deep of the sea
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| Recreate the code to change our destiny
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| Singing «There's no life, no death… just me»
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| Hidden away in an unmarked tomb
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| Behind secret symbols and forgotten runes
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| The all-seeing eye misses nothing down here
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| The order kept alive through magic and fear
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| We are the disappearing keepers of the mystery
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| Poison your heart with the salt of the sea
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| Changing the code to write out own destiny
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| Singing «There's no heaven, no hell… just me»
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| Templar, secular, false prophets
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| A masonic throne made of prosthetic limbs
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| We change all the names of the dying kings
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| And we memorize the words to the songs they sing |