| THE GARGOYLES SLUMBER THROUGH TIME
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| WITH PATIENCE THEY WAIT FOR THE SIGN
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| THESE DEMONS OF OBSCURITY
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| SHALL FLY ONCE AGAIN — SOON THEY’LL BE FREE
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| THEY SHALL COME BACK FROM SHADOWS AND STONES
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| THEY SHALL RELIVE AS IN THE TALES FROM THE OLD
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| AND REMAIN FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS
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| AFTER THE EARTH HAS CRUMBLED IN TEARS
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| LOOK ABOVE THERE YOU SEE THE SIGN
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| ON THE PURPLE COLORED SKY
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| REALITY CHANGE AND GRANITE COMES ALIVE
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| FOR TWO THOUSAND YEARS
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| THEY HAVE SLEPT WITH THIS CURSE
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| AND NOW IS THE TIME
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| WHEN THE GARGOYLES FLY
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| IN THE CENTER OF NOWHERE IN TIME
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| THEY ARISE WITH FURIOUS FIERY EYES
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| THEY EAGERLY SEARCH WHAT COMBINES
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| THE CLANDESTINE DOORS TO THE OTHER SIDE
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| THEY ARE FREE THE BATTALIONS OF FIENDS
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| LIKE A THOUSAND MILLION BEAMS
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| THEY STRIKE THROUGH THE VOID
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| LIKE A UNIVERSAL SCREAM
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| A METEORIC RAIN
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| IS FALLING DOWN TO EARTH
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| THIS IS THE TIME
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| WHEN THE GARGOYLES FLY
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| LOOK ABOVE THERE YOU SEE THE SIGN
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| ON THE PURPLE COLORED SKY
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| REALITY CHANGE AND GRANITE COMES ALIVE
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| FOR TWO THOUSAND YEARS
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| THEY HAVE SLEPT WITH THIS CURSE
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| AND NOW IS THE TIME
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| WHEN THE GARGOYLES FLY |