| Followers are we, disciples are we all
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| Bonded by a sacred oath, as we heed the silent call
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| Though we know it not, our purpose is but one
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| To crack the night sky, letting in the sun
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| The life we live is not enough; |
| we know there’s something more
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| A place that frightens most, what lies beyond the door
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| Still searching for the truth, the paradise before
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| Have we lost the path, denied innocence’s shores?
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| Like a ship afloat at sea, a Flying Dutchman are we?
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| Destined to roam the seas, locked out without a key
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| Is it curtain call on this theatre so black?
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| Will the actors all bow down before the ending stark?
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| Torches lit as the flames light up the dark
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| All it takes is a spark for us to leave our mark
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| War is a gaping wound an appetite that knows no fill
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| Do not bleed for sand and stones mend these wounds and heal
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| Break bread with us, nomad — hear our tale
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| How brother fought brother as fire burnt the sails
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| An oath we took, one we shall not fail
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| Steadfast we stand
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| Oak and shield are we, water in the grail
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| Lay down your swords, blood and flesh you share
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| Seed of Abraham, sons of Ishmael
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| Grieve for ones lost, memory stains the trail
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| The road to or-shalem
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| Allah is the light of heavens and earth, his light is like a blessed niche that
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| needs no fire to set ablaze. |
| Allah guides to his light those who find him in
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| their hearts, and sets forth parables for mankind, Allah is cognizant of all
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| Shall we see the end of war, blood brothers?
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| Or shall we fill another grave, for ourselves we couldn’t save
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| Weapon of mass obstruction, our hate does blind us all
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| To the grief of a widow’s tears, to the sum of all our fears
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| Throughout these blood-red years
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| For land, for faith
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| For that eternal thirst within, that we pray for death to fill
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| For revenge, for hate
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| For these innocent souls that with their lies they steal
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| We view this land of destruction
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| After the siege that broke through the wall
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| A trial is held for the guilty, before a court of their pears
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| «Sentenced to death!» |
| is the sound that they hear
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| For war, for death
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| For the pain bestowed upon those they swore to protect
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| For us, for them
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| For taking our rights and our will to object
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| Land. |
| Faith. |
| Revenge. |
| Hate. |
| Death. |
| Us
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| Them. |
| Fight. |
| Stand. |
| Live. |
| On. |
| We. |
| Must
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| Or shall we fill another grave, for ourselves we couldn’t save |