| In death we will ascend, and only in death will we interview
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| That which formed us from this cold dark lifeless earth
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| For it is in this journey that we evolve into our true state
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| We were created in love, and now were born into hate
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| Incontrovertible rest, our darkened eyes will never open
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| And our vision will never be shaded again
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| By the relentless hands of time
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| Our mortal flesh is nothing but a mantle of corruption
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| Unveil and deliver into the hands of our creator
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| To justify our requital. |
| to justify our atonement
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| We were birthed from the ground, and to the ground we shall return
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| We are a breed of dirt
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| We are the eternal
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| And although our bodies, stored six feet deep in their decomposing displays
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| Will never witness the light of day, I arise through the dirt and up past my
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| grave
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| This is the end, this is our final ascent, great architect of time
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| Thunder rolling, nature preparing, for the mighty atmospheric retreat
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| Cure me with your wisdom, consume my heart, en-light my mind, behold the great
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| harbinger…
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| Were born into hate |