| Man’s old curse — the lust for power
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| Consumes the weak like an infection
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| Toying with forces they can’t comprehend
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| Their despicable minds never see the deception
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| A masquerade and a carnival of fools
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| Dreaming of diabolical powers
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| They will never learn the source of the true infernal spring
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| With eyes of the night
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| I’m staring inside the heart of the serpent
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| Though it’s always disguised
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| I can almost reach the flame
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| Turn away from the heavens, the truth is closer to grasp
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| Forget the dreams of afterlife
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| The day is here and it’s fleeting fast
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| A masquerade and a carnival of fools
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| Dreaming of God’s salvation
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| They will waste their lives
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| Never seeing the supreme divinity
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| With eyes of the night
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| I’m staring inside the heart of the serpent
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| Though it’s always disguised
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| I can almost reach the flame
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| With my eyes of the night
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| Getting used to the light
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| Seeing now what I’ve never seen before
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| I can only smile knowing I still cannot find a way to reach what
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| I’m holding inside |