| Slowly drifting away in the river of shame*
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| With the conscience of Judas and no one to blame
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| Suddenly, as we spoke, the preacher approached
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| With an attitude brought pretty far from above
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| «Diabolical tonight?» |
| he said, smiling contentious to his terrified congregation
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| With fear in their eyes they knew 'bout his vision and his vicious intentions
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| Fearing that life soon would belong in the past
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| Don’t take this pain from me, leave me to crawl
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| Tear me apart and steal all the pieces
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| Tell me to follow the cold that lives
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| In the heart I once loved
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| You, you are dead
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| Won’t be found
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| You will walk through the gates of eternity
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| Pray for them all
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| But the Gods won’t forgive you for all that you’ve done
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| They march along with all good intentions
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| Side by side, against the superior force
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| Caught in between the saints and the sinners, losers and winners
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| But who can we trust to draw the line
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| With a deadly precision to separate those who shall live
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| And those who shall die
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| We believe in the invisible wizard one last time
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| Don’t take this pain from me, leave me to crawl
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| Tear me apart and steal all the pieces
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| Tell me to follow the cold that lives
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| In the heart I once loved
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| You, you are dead
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| Won’t be found
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| You will walk through the gates of eternity
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| Pray for them all
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| But the Gods won’t forgive you for what you have done |