| No trace of the holy
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| No light on the new horizon
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| Dead rainbows of time
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| Forgotten warriors and stories
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| No sight for the blind
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| We have crucified religion
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| Seeking secrets and signs
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| My inner voices scream for vision… ooh
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| Burning road of the cross your eyes are blinding
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| Spirit black you attack and chain my soul
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| In the devil machine the world is grinding
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| Hear the tick of the clock turning the wheel
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| Inside your mind you are the only one
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| Chasing dreams beyond pain
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| Pale face of the lost and lonely
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| You blame the moon and the rain… ah yeah
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| It’s the road of the cross and we are turning
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| Coming back from the black to praise the sun
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| Sending waves with my rock the music’s burning
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| Let it kick like a shock to make you feel
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| The unborn days of the future
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| Winding land in the dark
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| Tearing pages from the book of evil
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| You must keep your sacred spark… in your heart
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| See the sign of the cross it took us under
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| Looking back spirit black burning the wheel
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| I’m a man of the rock I give you thunder
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| Like a shock to the heart I make you feel
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| On the road of the cross… I’m going under
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| Spirit black coming back… you’re not the only one
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| It’s a devil machine… it’s gonna burn
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| Hear the tick of the clock turning the wheel |