| You’ve heard about it many times before
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| A dead-fairies-tale that we all know
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| A mechanical deadly weeping
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| A ragged flag spreading the scent of blood
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| Return to that place you’ve never seen before
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| The memory of the sleeping predator…
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| Remembering how to forget mercy
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| As ravens sings their lullaby
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| Hell is there for those who believe
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| Hell is there for the slaughtered lambs
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| Devoid of my old good will, devoid of all faith
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| Now I understand, now I see the blurry picture so clear
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| The end used to be near, the end is almost here
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| Devoid of my old good will, devoid of all faith
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| Now I understand, now I see the blurry picture so clear
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| The end used to be near, the end is already here
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| The swan corpse left to rot
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| Soon the worms will bring their truth
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| Dead flesh and absent spirit
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| The stench became so real |