| Tides of glass, return to ash
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| In the dawn, we follow the path away from the sun
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| Shadows cast in wake of the past
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| Reaching out, into the dark and out of the light
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| Crawling underneath our feet
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| A river running black and green
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| From the heart of the gallows tree
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| Where the future and our fate
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| Will bleed into the world below
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| Stone to bear the mountain stairs
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| In the night, we dance with our Devils and dine with the snakes
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| The dead will stare in joy and despair
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| Rising up, away from the earth, into the clouds
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| From the eye of the Graeae we stole
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| A truth that we can’t unknow
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| Spinning on the threads they sew
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| In a river of the tears that flow into the world below
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| Over, under, threads of fate
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| Weaving patterns, soon and late
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| As in this life, so in all things
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| The end result, the action brings
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| The fates will divide in three
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| A sight that we can’t unsee
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| We’re falling to our hands and knees
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| As the past and the future bleed into the world below |