| Parading on the pride of others
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| It is their fine art of slaughter
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| One by one go down
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| Cascading bloodstains on sacred ground
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| The art of the mourning kind
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| The cry of Gods children, when Eden burns
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| Accusing innocence
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| In a Graveyard of dreams
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| Showing ignorance
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| To the art of the mourning kind
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| Undiscovered beauty, the blind men kill another one
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| Just a fragment, a dear memory remains
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| In the ashes of another life that drowned
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| All the broken heroes are burying their nightmares in the sand
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| Touched by cruelty, the ghost of shadows arrives
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| And the magpie never used its wings to fly
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| In the sequence of a shaded kiss
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| The fearless uniformed got his tears on the inside
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| All the emotions gathering on the shore
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| In every moment there is one more failing hour to come
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| Grey light, in the silhouettes of dawning
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| The weak are gathered here for mourning
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| And the barbarian is honored once again
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| Yet another war for the statistic statues in command
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| Accusing innocence
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| In a Graveyard of dreams
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| Showing ignorance
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| To the art of the mourning kind
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| Accusing innocence
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| In a Graveyard of dreams
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| Showing ignorance
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| To the art of the mourning kind |