| Winter softly falling to the ground
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| Calmly waiting don’t you hear a sound
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| When the world has fallen to the depths below
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| Where the future’s open and the fear has grown
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| And the path to follow to the great unknown
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| Where the dark has fallen and the seed is sown
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| In the selfish hearts of some
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| The nightmare’s coming
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| With the spilling blood of others
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| Now wringing through
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| Now the cup is spilling over
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| Wake to news of death
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| And the prophecy of sages
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| Destiny is met
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| To the depths of human mind
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| The cry is burning
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| With the mentor’s anger
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| Of the lesson ringing true
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| And for those who live by and are dying by the sword
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| They will take their ideals with them
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| Justify their end
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| Where the fools are lying and the meek are crying
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| Where the wolves are preying
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| On the weak alone
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| Where the sons are dying
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| Hear their mothers crying
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| And the distant sound of fire
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| Begins again
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| Never ending the desires of men
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| It’ll never be the same or calm again
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| In a time of changing hearts
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| And great unknown
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| It’ll be the damnation and end of us all
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| Where the fools are lying and the meek are crying
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| Where the wolves are preying
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| On the weak alone
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| Where the sons are dying
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| Hear their mothers crying
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| And the distant sound of fire
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| Begins again
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| Never ending the desires of men
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| It’ll never be the same or calm again
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| In a time of changing hearts
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| And great unknown
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| It’ll be the damnation and end of us all
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| When the world has fallen
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| And we stand alone… |