| At the sundown of a civilization
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| The night air moves with a dismal tone
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| In the weakening grip of our infestation
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| Serenity will reclaim its throne
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| Today the sun was not born
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| Held down by heavy clouds of rain
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| No light for our last days
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| Desires long washed away…
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| I never saw the mountains moving
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| For me, the world was always still
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| I was held down by the weight of the waters
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| With heavy stones, my heart was always sealed
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| Tonight, the moon howled with scorn
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| To a pack of wolves dressed as men
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| In a flash, the stars were reformed
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| But as soon as I looked again
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| (I saw…)
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| What I saw was the end
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| Yet all still looked the same
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| No stigmas cast upon men
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| No pits of brimstone or flame
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| «Beholding the moors by twilight
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| Serenity that never came
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| I realized it was not carved for my name
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| But neither were the pits of brimstone and flame»
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| I never saw the mountains moving
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| For me, the world was always still
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| I never held the keys within me
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| The prophecies remained unfulfilled
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| I never saw the Earth in its grandeur
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| I only saw it on its knees
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| I never saw a wholesome picture
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| I only saw it torn piece by piece… |