| POWER CALLING
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| and the frail shall turn to dust as the…,
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| POWER rising
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| within the few who find the will,
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| It grows, I know
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| it shows
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| WHOAH- Within the heart there’s a fury and IT GROWS
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| within the eyes a deathlike calm,
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| And eye to eye we recognize our own
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| WHOAH- With death of day within the few
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| this inversion shall bring anew,
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| That of nights that since have gone unknown
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| Beyod this coil, I am reaching
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| beyond your reach, I send myself
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| WHOAH- Beneath the Earth beyond the sky IT GROWS
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| extend our will silent and still,
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| As one by one we deify our own
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| WHOAH- Now heed the urge to slip inside
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| and let them scream of patricide,
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| Destiny we will invent alone
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| Beyod this coil, I am reaching
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| beyond your reach, I send myself,
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| Beyod this coil, I am reaching
|
| beyond your reach, I send myself
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| POWER CALLING
|
| and the frail shall turn to dust as the…,
|
| POWER rising
|
| within the few who find the will
|
| Beyod this coil, I am reaching
|
| beyond your reach, I send myself,
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| Beyod this coil, I am reaching
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| beyond your reach, I send myself,
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| Beyond this coil, beyond this coil, I am reaching
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| beyond your reach, I send myself |