| So, this corrupted owl, a watcher in the night
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| Son of Anansi lurks in the corner of every longing heart
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| As the prophet of ivory sleeps in his tired halls
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| There you’l find revelations carved in gravestones
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| This fraudulent cloth of dark feathers
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| Feathers from lands where animals go to die
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| It brought us no hope, nor fulflilling futue
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| Now banished, in your ice-white temple you hide
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| Altering false prophecies linger through ages like disease
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| An omen called out from the astral heights when you lied
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| On the day you uttered the first prayer of fraud
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| Since then the locust dims the warmest of the seasons
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| Words shout out in hunger through winter’s eye
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| Altering false prophecies inger through ages like disease
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| So be cursed for being untrue all the time
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| Darkening all dreams and light oath, trapped in abbys
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| It dies, never came true so our children cry
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| Meet your judgement
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| Please our agony!
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| Spiral staircase into his ivory hideout
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| Where secret delusion glows through all the darkest of nights
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| The old man sits here, and he grows older but never wise |
| As decay grows out from his creation of myth and lies
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| Where are your promised lands and nourishing waters?
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| Where are your worships and your magical might?
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| All that we see are dismay and degradation
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| Death in your every footstep as your legacy carries on
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| Meet your judgement, now please our agony!
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| Oath rapped in abbys, never came true as our children cry
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| He’ll never wake up, his slumber keeps our misery alive
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| So be cursed for being untrue all the time
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| Darkening all dreams and light oath, trapped in abbys
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| It dies, never came true so our children cry |