| Woe is the light you shine upon this barren land
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| Fear is the wake of these unholy blackened winds
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| Grief is the curse of man, your wretched fallen seed
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| Death by the touch of those who reign with bloody hands
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| Lies are the truth you speak behind your mask of sin
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| Greed is the world you seek in the light of day
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| Wrath is the staff by which you lead your flock of sheep
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| Pride in the loss you create with the words you say
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| Faith is the light that blinds this favoured holy child
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| Black are the eyes that see all through the dead of night
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| Kings made of clay sit up high on their marble thrones
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| Queens made of glass feed on desires bones
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| Hope is the sand of time that’s running out on you
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| Blood is the scarlet wine that lieth in your cup of woe
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| Hell is the fate that comes with crawling icy hands
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| Rage is the cosmic breath that drains all you know
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| Heed the crimson spires, their shadows beckon you
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| In your mind’s eye, code of eternal life
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| Monolith of stars — Key to the endless source
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| Dark mother soul guards your afterlife
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| Now at the twilight of man
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| At the wall of all dreams
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| Lies the heart of the lord of infinite sleep
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| Now at the twilight of man
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| At the wall of all dreams
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| Lies the heart of the lord of infinity
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| Rise again fallen star
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| Rise again crimson spire
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| Rise again cursed sun
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| Rise again crimson spire
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| Now face the twilight of man
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| Now behold crimson spires |