| Every dawn fades in misery and solitude
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| Weak flames on fragile candles fighting with the winds
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| The dead speaks with serpent tongues cold as ice
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| No sleep for the one who fall into the abyss, of desolation
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| Nocturnal requiem keeps the blood warm
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| The eyes of fire feed a dying soul
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| There is something unknown that soon shall appear
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| Time shall tell when blood dries
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| Requiem of the apocalypse
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| A new aeon will rise
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| When ancient time dies
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| Remains of the past withered plains
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| Can’t be repaired by any gods or magic
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| Soul suffocation can’t be the end
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| Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law
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| Nocturnal requiem keeps the blood warm
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| The mirrors of desire feed a dying soul
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| There is something unknown that soon shall appear
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| Time shall tell when blood will unite
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| Requiem of the apocalypse
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| A new aeon will rise
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| When ancient time dies |