| Faithless gathered in the pouring rain — a crescendo of voices driven to the
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| edge
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| Wishing for complete serenity of the mind — a beautiful mosaic missing a piece
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| Eternal loss, forever engraved in the soul
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| Loveless, lifeless, lustless — Is this what all will become?
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| I see dark clouds looming ahead on our journey
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| Is there no end to this search?
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| Morbid visions of relentless slaughter, frozen tears and pain
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| Terrifying destruction, but all in vain…
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| As dusk falls quiet birdsong echoes in the wind
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| Broken by a piercing shriek…
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| The rising sun disperses mists over a battlefield
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| Shines on our epitaph, and we are gone
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| Faithless gathered in the pouring rain — a crescendo of voices driven to the
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| edge
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| Wishing for complete serenity of the mind
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| Stench of decay, emanating darkness allowing no sight
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| Flickering whispers of madness
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| And the gathered masses hear the flapping wings of death
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| Cries of despair echo through the void
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| Loveless, lifeless, lustless — Is this what all will become?
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| I see dark clouds looming ahead on our journey
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| Is there no end to this search?
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| Morbid visions of relentless slaughter, frozen tears and pain
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| Terrifying destruction, but all in vain…
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| Despite the strife to erase, unite and pacify, we reach the point of no return
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| The rising sun disperses mists over a battlefield, shines on our epitaph,
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| and we are gone
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| Sacred visions all depicting unation
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| Ridiculed or met with derision
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| Hopefilled prayers of what could have been
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| Are labeled as insanity
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| Hope might not yet be lost
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| All will not have to end
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| Hearts not yet turned to dust
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| Will know there is a way
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| The dawn brings to light a whole new world, shattered and broken
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| All hopes of a different outcome, have been forsaken
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| Faithless gathered in the pouring rain — a crescendo of voices driven to the
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| edge
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| Wishing for an instantaneous relief, with the blackened sky admitting no escape
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| The last remains, shattered to infinity
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| Loveless, lifeless, lustless — Is this what all will become?
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| The rising sun disperses mists over a battlefield
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| Shines on our epitaph, and we are gone
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| We’re gone… |