| The towers of hope
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| Won’t ever reach the skies
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| Amongst the weak an illness reigns
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| Lay Down as sky darkens
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| And close the eyes to embrace the night
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| Reaching the point of insignificance
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| Upon which shadows are built
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| An effigy of the end in shards of black
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| Between walls of unconsciousness
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| Our near Armageddon is already breed
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| And the horrified faces of our beloved ones
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| That won’t ever draw a breath again
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| They’r haunting for us
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| Dreams in splendid black, upheavals insid your soul
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| When twilight crawls the earth all things turn black and fade way
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| Soon there is nothing left, left for you and me
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| Dreams in splendid black, phantoms dwelling on this soil
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| When twilight crawls the earth all things turn black and fade way
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| Soon there is nothing left, for you and me to live for
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| Demons of the night revel their victory
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| Over the light — all is splendid black
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| Striving for illumination provokes laughter
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| Among inscrutable eyes
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| Dwelling on thoughts of insignificance
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| This blackness leaks my mind
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| An effigy of the end in shards of black
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| Tears descending from unseen well
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| All the pleading is in vain
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| This terrifying voices are screaming for salvation
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| Therefor evil thoughts arise again, they are hunting for us
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| Pointing at all of us
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| With limbs so cold
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| It is a charge
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| We cannot deny
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| What we have done, it is
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| A dream in black
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| It is a dream inside
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| Dreams in splendid black, they seem to be our way |