| Dynamites
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| Shining, glowing in the dead of night
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| Meadow bright
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| That paints the skies
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| And turns the moon upon the righteous tide
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| Genocide
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| Seek or hide
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| Let the shadows pray for you at night
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| Faithless tribe
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| That dreamt of height
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| And fell from grace at the end of time
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| Parasites
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| We’re heading to the sea
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| No matter how high the waves
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| No longer we foresee
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| The future lies in the shades
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| The bastards of the sea
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| The bastards of the sea
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| Wake them up, wake them up
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| Flames go high
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| Circling masses under fiery sight
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| Bastard kind
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| That dived in lies
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| And heads into the sea of endless strife
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| Re-ignite
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| We’re heading to the sea
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| No matter how high the waves
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| No longer we foresee
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| The future lies in the shades
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| The bastards of the sea
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| The bastards of the sea
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| Wake them up, wake them up |