| This bleak maze — I want to see where it leads
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| Between all the fallen creeds
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| I want to see how the lies and deceptions will die
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| This devious creed drains life from me
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| What we can be is the final creation of a destined breed
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| The corpse decayed emerging from the mud
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| With a grim scroll shall life in thee be complete
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| Anthropos — Be conceived
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| This is called Theogony
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| No one knows what they’ll be
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| There’s no need for prophecies
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| This being descending, entranced from the light
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| There’s a bit more to what we thought we received
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| The dead will breath — Awake!
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| Awake! |
| — And speak with me
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| Are they eternally awake?
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| Separate the vile lead from the blood
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| Between every destiny
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| I know there’s a blend of infections and divine recollections
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| I want to see how the gods birthed me
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| This lifeless being can erode and consume all the sky
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| Devote the blessings and prayers to our kind
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| Be there once more to summon forth the sealed ones
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| Anthropos — Be conceived
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| This is called Theogony
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| No one knows what they’ll be
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| There’s no need for prophecies
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| The dead will breath — Awake!
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| Awake! |
| — And speak with me
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| Are they eternally here? |