| There’s silence, in the dark.
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| There’s the fire, ready to start.
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| Stone pages, inked by fury.
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| The exception of the damned.
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| They are calling, out my name.
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| Come join us and carry the flame.
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| Our precious time, is standing still.
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| When the future meets the past.
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| No freedom, no glory.
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| There’s no future, no past.
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| This will be our one last wish, one last dream.
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| When you follow the masses, or follow your own.
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| One last chance, one last dream.
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| Before your future will be, Carved In Stone.
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| I remember, what they said.
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| I still hear them, inside me head.
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| The legions of damnation.
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| They keep calling out my name.
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| The wind blows, forever.
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| But the time standing still.
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| This will be our one last wish, one last dream.
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| When you follow the masses, or follow your own.
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| One last chance, one last dream.
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| Before your future will be, Carved In Stone.
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| Knock, knock on my door.
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| Please revoke what you’re asking for.
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| One last wish, one last dream.
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| When you follow the masses, or follow your own.
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| One last chance, one last dream.
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| Before your future will be…
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| One last wish, one last dream. |
| (Carved In Stone)
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| When you follow the masses, or follow your own.
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| One last chance, one last dream. |
| (Carved In Stone)
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| Before your future will be, Carved In Stone. |