| Behind the black mirror of our dreams
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| The fear once controlled our fake beliefs
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| We’ll hide away the reflections of our lives
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| The fear that controlled our inner pride
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| We’ll still be victims of the Nile
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| Let our hearts cry out for all the strife
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| As the son arrives our solitary lives
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| Still are victims of the Nile
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| We followed the preachers to the sea
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| Thy howled as the fell down to their knees
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| We are the victims of the Nile
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| And the pain we cast away still echoes in our hearts
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| We’ll still be victims of the Nile
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| Let our hearts cry out for all the strife
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| As the son arrives our solitary lives
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| Still are victims of the Nile
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| Father of lies coming to preach for the masses
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| Bringer of light, wielding the time we have lost in our lives
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| Victims of the Nile
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| He’s carrying the torch, leading to primal extinction
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| Crossing the skies like the infernal creatures of old
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| Master of the night
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| We are the victims of the Nile
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| Let our hearts cry out for all the strife
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| We are the victims of the Nile
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| Let our hearts cry out for all the strife |