| Death, the threatening black
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| Has won a space in our hearts
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| By the law of infinite fear
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| It kills beauty and joy
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| It shouldn’t but it does when we let in
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| In the depths of our souls we confess the sin
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| Yes… no…
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| No, the denial of what is lost
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| Yes, when you value the cost
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| Time will destroy
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| To the grasp of breath
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| Darkened and grey
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| The wrinkled hands betray
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| Time of pleasure
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| For scorn and deceived
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| Who were forced to their knees
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| Pleasure when souls are released
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| Where the world end… the world begins
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| When all battles swallowing fire
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| Repeats its place upon earth anger
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| Fury burning desire
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| It makes you worthy of pain
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| Hatred… hatred…
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| Life… death…
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| It is when you try to drown your soul
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| That she sparkles the most
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| Time of pleasure
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| For scorn and deceived
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| Who were forced to their knees
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| Pleasure when souls are released
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| Listen to the sound
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| They call from beyond
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| Our souls leave the ground
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| The unknown has begun
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| To reveal its secrets
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| Soon we will see
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| Realise mortality
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| In the depths of infinity
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| March down the line of existence
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| One by one into the depths we fall
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| Even when we see our lives expire
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| March, march, march down the line of existence
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| If you dare to break the silence
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| If you speak your name aloud
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| If your standard bows against the winds
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| You will be swallowed by the crowd
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| Hatred… hatred
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| White… black…
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| Which is mirror to your own deep down
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| Which is worn as disguise
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| Time will destroy
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| To the grasp of breath
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| Darkened and grey
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| Time of pleasure
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| For scorn and deceived
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| Who were forced to their knees
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| Pleasure when souls are released
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| Where the world ends… silence begins |