| There’s a magic atmosphere
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| Beyond these gates of oblivion
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| Dive into the unknown
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| And face the limits of reality
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| Religion is a name to domain
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| Every soul’s poverty
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| Some doctrines can prove you
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| That the unreal deserves your true faith
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| Imagine and follow
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| All mysteries behind the shades
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| Begin your quest
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| Through the darkest of the ways
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| Believe, became
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| A master upon all types of messiah’s names
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| No fear embrace
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| All mysteries above the human race
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| We could learn to see beyond the void
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| (And so many lies)
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| We could find a flame inside the black
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| (Behold the truth)
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| Flesh holds a power through pleasure
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| Pain and suffering
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| Hides their treasures
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| I wish I can read behind the lines
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| Unholy wisdom sanctified
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| I am the fallen into this abyss of fire
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| This is my inner shrine
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| I saw when reason and lies collide
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| I hear the call of the ancient times
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| Dark is the source of light
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| Something wicked lives in the shrine
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| (This is my inner shrine)
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| Seeds of sorrow rites of blood
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| A soul departure has its thorn
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| Scars of a forgotten knowledge
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| Bleeding again until men dies
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| Imagine and follow
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| All mysteries behind the shades
|
| Begin your quest
|
| Through the darkest of the ways
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| Flesh holds a power through pleasure
|
| Pain and suffering
|
| Hides their treasures
|
| I wish I can read behind the lines
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| Unholy wisdom sanctified
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| I am the fallen into this abyss of fire
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| This is my inner shrine
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| I saw when reason and lies collide
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| I hear the call of the ancient times
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| Dark is the source of light
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| Something wicked lives in the shrine
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| We could learn to see beyond the void
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| We could find a flame inside the black
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| There’s no return for disbelief
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| (When you’ll see the light)
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| Embrace a plan above all secrecy
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| (New revelation)
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| I wish I can read behind the lines
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| Unholy wisdom sanctified
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| I am the fallen into this abyss of fire
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| This is my inner shrine
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| I saw when reason and lies collide
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| I hear the call of the ancient times
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| Dark is the source of light
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| Something wicked lives in the shrine |