| Exhausted beings hung to rot
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| Empty shells of shades I’ve seen them once alive
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| They seem to shape an empty alley
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| Into the vacant vastness of life
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| Mountains grinded and refined
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| A plane still lasts
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| Dead and hollow the place we used to love
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| Just ruins of the past remain here
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| And silent voices call for you out of the black
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| And embers show you the way
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| Devastation reigned here
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| Made the heavens fall
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| Down on earth, on our world
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| Crumbling… Down
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| To the empires of lies
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| To wash them all away
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| For they are an evil plague
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| Decisions of the past
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| Turned out as a mistake
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| But we are not the same
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| Not aware of anything
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| Too much lies beneath the reach
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| Of our humble consciousness inside
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| Out of the black the fingers of sorrow
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| Grasp for my soul
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| To lay a little sickness around it
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| And transform myself into cinder
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| Glowing cinder
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| Evil cinder
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| Diabolical
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| A reign of fire and thorns, fire and thorns
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| Vicious fire and thorns, fire and thorns
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| Demonic fire and thorns, fire and thorns
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| Diabolical fire and thorns, fire and thorns |