| A newborn has reached our realm
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| And an old life is thrown away
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| In the light of a dark sun
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| We welcome our new friend
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| In time she will throw it
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| All just to comprehend
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| The last thing they say getting older
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| The last time, it’s over
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| You’ll face your darkest of days
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| In life you’ll feed from them
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| You’ll be facing the choice right from wrong
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| Inside this hard, cold place
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| You’ll find your light
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| Your light
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| Defiling hands will inflect
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| Your mind and soul
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| Retrospect
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| Dissecte your surroundings now
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| Defilers hearts are weak
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| And unreliable
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| When curtains fall
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| You’ll show them your fire
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| In the dawn of light
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| You’ll see it all before it fades
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| In the halls of our gods
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| You’ll see it all before it fades
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| You’ll face the tranquil in hate
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| In life you’ll taste from it
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| You’ll be thrown in the well of the dark
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| Inside this hard cold place
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| You won’t get out alive
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| Defiling hands will praise
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| Your pride in hate
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| Retrospect again
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| Your surroundings now
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| Remember hearts of the weak
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| They can’t come forth without your help
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| Nor can’t their souls
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| In the dawn of light
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| You’ll see it all before it fades
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| In the halls of our gods
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| You’ll see it all before it fades
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| When the goblet of life is full
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| There’s a million of new ones forged
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| The tree of life endure
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| In the dawn of light we lure
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| Extend your back of thorns
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| Guard your yourself in your shell
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| Deflect defiling hands
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| And protect your heart of stone
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| Insects crawling closer
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| Protect your heart from carnage |