| From the outpost of time I envision
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| Engraved in the hearts of the great
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| A symbol of time and succession
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| A serpent consuming its tail
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| Come with me and see
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| Come see what life can be
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| Come with me and see
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| What life can be for thee
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| I venture a sign of succession
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| Of triumph and downfall converged
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| My comrades that bleed must remember
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| That blood is essential for birth
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| Come with me and see
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| Come see what life can be
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| Come with me and see
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| What life can be with me
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| Compelled by the quest of perfection
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| Where blood is mistaken for wine
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| A symbol of change and succession
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| A serpent of wandering time
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| Come with me and see
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| Come see what life can be
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| Come with me and see
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| What life can be for thee
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| Our future is written in ashes
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| All kingdoms subverted to yore
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| Our presence emerged in recurrence
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| Predestined to spells of before
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| Come with me and see
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| Come see what life can be
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| Come with me and see
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| What life can be with me |