| Standing all alone in the middle of a promised land
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| Where is it, where is it, beyond the moon, behind the sun
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| Always in the middle, in the middle of nothingness
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| Remember, cross the ring of thorns with a pure heart
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| Fear not, all true gods carry horns
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| They will throw your eyes into the deepest well
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| Loose your sight, gain another
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| Seek the darkest fear, the deepest pain
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| A forgotten secret of every earthly mother
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| «Here bigynneth the knight’s tale unveil»
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| Every earring, her clothes and more shall fall
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| Behold son for it’s mystery
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| Look, the world is falling with her
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| The old man says you’re here, you’re here at last
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| Like a mouse you sat midst the circle
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| Surrounded by the thick black smoke
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| Always carry the wind of wings
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| «You're here, here bigynneth everything» |