| I watch the sun descend into the open void
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| I watch the spirit fade between the walls of sleep
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| I watch the pillars of adherence being destroyed
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| I watch the silent flame rising from the deep
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| And I will raise my throne
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| I will raise my throne
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| I will raise my throne
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| Above the stars of god
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| I will raise my throne
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| I will raise my throne
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| I will raise my throne
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| Above the stars of god
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| When the voices fall silent
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| I will raise my throne above the stars of god
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| When the voices fall silent
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| I will raise my throne above the stars of god
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| Rise, my pillars
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| Rise, my serpents
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| Rise, my flames
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| Rise, my pillars
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| At the creation of mind
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| The creation of reason becomes necessary
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| And our action was inevitable
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| To rely on the creation of god and all that is empty
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| Adrift and unaware of being, unable to see
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| Incapable to either receive nor perceive the essence of the eternal
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| We now play the same role again
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| With the only difference of standing on the other side of this river
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| To rely on the destruction of god and all that is holy
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| Adrift and unaware of being, unable to see
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| Incapable to either receive nor perceive the essence of the eternal
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| Which is the essence of god alone |