At a banquet with the Lord of hosts
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Everything flows and the game smells and shines
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The ceiling of the firmaments is starry
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And in glass parquet with a galaxy of crates
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Tables full of masterpieces of creation
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Fish abundance and fruit meat and bread
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Lips laugh, tremble palates
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And it is appreciated that you are a servant of heaven
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And God himself among the servants, if he could, he would sing that
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The craze will continue, the world has become so poured and Rad creates an order of white robes and a halo ...
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Someone hadn't drunk for the glow
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He stared at the dance floor
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Where in the silence of the stars
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Under the sky, the earth is slowly emerging
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He looks at his feet
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He is grooving on the dance floor
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Sign
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Meanwhile
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Smiles broadly at the banquet
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And white fluff is whirling among the walls of the feathers
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Nobody stands sideways to anyone
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And it is full of words with weightless words
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The Creator has already gone, but yet
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He left us the table, the parquet and the world
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What a wonderful world it will be in for us
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Since an eternal order awaits us here
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For now, believe what your eyes tell us, no
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Shame to praise existence since dawn surrounded us ...
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Some of us don't think so
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He stared at the dance floor
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It doesn't say anything
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Caviar has damaged him or his head is weak
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He looks at his feet
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He is grooving on the dance floor
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Sign
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Because of which
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Look cautiously at the banquet
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It becomes important who is standing and where
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Out of nowhere, godless thoughts
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Around the halo are you whether you like it or not
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The end of sleep, for there will be no more peace here
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Confusion of heads again, chaos of words paranoia and Fear because there will be no more peace here
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Because there will be no peace here anymore ... |