| «Some believe that life is merely a sad dream
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| From which death us awakes
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| If so, the herald of dawn already walks among us…»
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| Within these visions, I drown once more
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| Each day more violent than before
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| (I hear) wolves howling behind every door
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| And footsteps on an empty floor
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| Embraced by the sun’s stygian light
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| My dreams, they come with open eyes
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| Loss of the blissful days of yore
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| The loss of all that we adore
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| Resounding to death’s violent score
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| I saw it all, but there was more…
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| For a new kind of shadow walks among us
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| Unbound by laws of light and shade
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| Bearing its mark on both beasts and man
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| A herald to our world’s descent
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| To no masters it bows down or hails
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| For with death itself, this rider trails
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| I saw as it came, a hearse with no name
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| New suns were born as the old ones gave away
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| I saw as it came, bearing the mark of Cain
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| And watched the world succumb to ancient flames…
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| Only two remain as the music fades
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| But no curtains fall upon this dying stage
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| Only two remain, grotesque lifeless facades
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| Made of only ash — before the winds blew them away…
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| The vision fades
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| And the sweet arms of reality surround me once again
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| But I see a cold future
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| That lurks behind these walls, awaiting to descend… |