| Night sees the fallen and bloodshed that takes away
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| The crying eyes of tradition and it’s valor
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| Brandish weapons so steel can lead the way
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| One against the other, won’t take these feelings away
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| Lost within the looking glass
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| It becomes one of the hour
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| Time has become a helpless slave
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| To the rhythm of the falling grains
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| Sandy dunes of explanation blow to the other side of reason
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| Escape the tidex of virtue
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| For they know not the needs of the human heart
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| And of the sky, it becomes a canopy of the loud and leather wings
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| The moon hath cast a shadow, blood red upon the beach of better things
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| The calender beseeches them to enter dusk with a breath of freedom
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| And the night cries in return
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| A bitter concern for the reckless youth
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| In every age there lives a villain to be sure
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| How far were we from my imagination?
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| If there shall be passion in my venom
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| And truth in my lover’s eyes
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| Then a reign in evil I shall see, and paradise between my thighs
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| There must have been some other way, without the history
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| And conquest plays, a dagger to the bitter back of reason |
| Drones of bravery loose all they have gained
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| Worthy if risked in the glowing face of treason
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| For they have endured the hardships of a new and vile belief
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| Eating and drinking of the zodiac delusions, innocent, fair, but forewarned
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| Star crossed lovers break free of this torment
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| Elude the guards of the past regime
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| Off to the east toward the howling wolves of dawn
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| For in their flame, there is a brightness with purpose, simple and pure
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| It shall exist now and forever, solely for them and for their pleasure
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| Bringer of light illuminate, the path they walk with a peaceful grin
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| Lost in a burning, they drift into yearning their hearts will sustain them in
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| Sin
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| …For sin will always see you home |