| From whence you came
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| The prince of this world
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| Wanderer on a path of shame
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| Stand proud, wings unfurled
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| Fire, burning all things that you love
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| And you get no help from above
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| Pain becomes a friend and all truths turn to lies
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| Fire, burning all things that you love
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| Still you get no help from above
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| Flame becomes a friend and you ́re the brightest
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| In the sky
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| Eyes that burn with emerald fire
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| Radiating a corpulent sheen
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| Skull aflame, features running
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| Weeping like wax from a candle
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| Flame melts the obscene
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| Drop by drop it sinks
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| A bath in a sea of green
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| Embalmed with poison drinks
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| Fire, burning all things that you love
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| And you get no help from above
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| Pain becomes a friend and all truths turn to lies
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| Fire, burning all things that you love
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| Still you get no help from above
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| Flame becomes a friend and you ́re the brightest
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| In the sky
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| Twisted by the rictus grin
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| Fading to death fugue of opaline
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| Oh, bright and morning star
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| Son of dawn, fallen afar
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| Brought down to the realm of the dead
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| In to a fathomless pit, burnt and bled |
| When you rise, we will rise with you
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| When you sing, the world sings too
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| When the shackles break and come undone
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| When the battle for the kingdom is won
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| You are the brightest in the sky |