| Here’s to you who would ruin creation
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| Here’s to you
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| See here blind men
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| We seek to bring you sight
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| Gaze long upon your wasteland
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| Into the eyes of the limbless
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| Grieving and slain
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| Pray you justify such suffering
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| See here blind men
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| You will see here
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| We will not mourn
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| Not this day
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| Release the pallbearers
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| Quench the pyre
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| We revolt by moonlight
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| Bound by unrest
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| Driven into lunacy
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| Maddened, mongering, guiltless, undiscerning
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| The spear will silence the last of us
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| Farewell to breath and beating hearts
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| Life drains in the soil
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| Death is where men reunite after lifetimes of unrest
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| And this is the folly of man
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| Misspent fortunes or breath and beating hearts
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| Death is where men unite
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| We unite only in death
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| A union of corpses littered under a mourning moon
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| May the weight of the dead bring the burden of clarity
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| In vengeance we are blind
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| Masked by a black veil
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| Obstructing the vision, the heart, and the mind
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| Exact reprisal and be damned
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| Only unveiling brings deliverance from this
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| Our familiar and cyclical fate
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| From the womb with warm blood on our faces
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| To the grave with cold blood on our hands
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| Here’s to you who would ruin creation
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| Here’s an end to you |