| «We were the rider and we were the hearse
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| We were the salvation and we were th curse»
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| We were the shadows — hidding from the breaking day
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| And we were the flames — that once burned entire worlds away
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| Upon our broken dreams we lay our heads
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| And fall into a slumber deep, with dreams as hard as lead
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| Tired of the tyrants, drained of tears to weep
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| We hope the Sun will never wake us As mankind slowly falls asleep
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| We were the wind — caressing the Towers of Silence
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| And we were the storm — that once raged upon the welkin
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| We were the rain — falling heavy upon the hearts of men
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| And we were the clouds — that usurped the warmth of the Sun, again and again
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| Upon our broken dreams we lay our heads
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| And fall into a slumber deep, we dream among the dead
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| Tired of this broken soil, the dark beneath our feet
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| We pray the Sun will never wake us As life itself falls asleep
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| We Are The Sand in the hourglass
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| rushing towards our destined end
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| We Are The Sand of the ever-growing
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| desert towards our world descends
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| We are the sand
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| We are the storm
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| We are the wind
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| of a world outworn
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| We are the sand
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| We are the storm
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| We are the wind
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| never to be reborn |