| Towards the fires that only we can see
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| Into the darkness, through sorrow
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| Through grief
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| Onwards the guidance is tied to our relentless old beliefs
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| Our beliefs
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| In all that used to be
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| Towers of the night
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| The beaconing fire
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| Our bridge into the sky
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| Infernal
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| Towers of the night
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| I swear you my allegiance
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| Audacious is our kind
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| Eternally our symphony will ring
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| Low is the rumble that breathes in the abyss
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| Where lights of gods have never shone
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| We yield our fate alone
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| Alone
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| We yield our fate alone
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| Vexing is the spiral
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| When existence comes undone
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| And heaven is torn from its hinges
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| Falling from the view until the light is gone
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| Tattered are the rags of the soul
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| Like trees in a storm |