| A seal is broken in prophecy
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| And you are chosen to live
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| All this been forseen
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| It’s said we’re living in the final days
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| Not much longer now
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| It’s time to kill the hate
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| Or is it all to late
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| Seven to go till the sunrise
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| And the sky turns red like blood
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| Seven to go, we’ll be waiting
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| Till the final hour
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| We will find the pain and we will carry on We know the way, we’ve been there before
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| In your deepest thoughts you can’t rationalize
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| What lies ahead or can you read the signs
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| There right before your eyes
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| Seven to go till the sunrise
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| And the sky turns red like blood
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| Seven to go, we’ll be waiting
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| Till the final hour
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| Have you throught about
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| The things you’re seeing
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| Can you say you know
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| What’s going on now
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| Do you see the way this world is changing
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| Can you understand
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| The time is getting short
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| And in that moment, you will believe
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| The things forgotten and
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| All you could not conceive
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| The chance is given
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| You’re the only one
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| Not much longer now
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| Seven till the son
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| Seven to go till the sunrise
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| And the sky turns red like blood
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| Seven to go, we’ll be waiting
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| Till the final hour
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| Seven to go Seven to go Seven to go Seven to go Seven till the sunrise
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| Seven till blood red skies |