| Hours surrounded by the codes of despair
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| Touch the skin, embrace the tears of farewell
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| Spirits' infection was under the roar
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| Fingers touched a broken glass, wounded & cold
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| The razor, are we to feel his tongues?
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| Or is it a path to cover the loss?
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| Eyes to find and hold it within
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| Emotion’s flood or purest blood but not untitled as «sin»
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| Impure, by a million eyes
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| An inner strength from me to your soft delight
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| At dawn…
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| Is this your farewell? |
| I still doubt if I could
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| But passion lights my sign, I know I should
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| As worlds rattle in me, I know I’ll fight
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| No man in tears is embracing lunacy
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| I’ll make the devil wither behind the sun
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| As the time has come, to break it down
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| Impure, by a million eyes
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| An inner strength from me to your soft delight
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| At dawn…
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| I looked back to face those codes of despair
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| And sent a spark, a sign, a moment to be heard
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| Remembered, he found silence home of the brave
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| I smell your skin through the fears and our grace
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| I shredded my skin to rip myself from the lies!
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| I looked ahead, a pair of eyes staring in |
| Wave of truth from what they call sin
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| Empire — under the earth
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| With chains of bronze it’s locked for no one to break
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| At dawn, we felt embraced
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| I’ll lead you through THEIR way to OUR promised place
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| Where flames burn higher, but those flames are for good
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| We built our kingdom in the world of the wolves |