| …And out of the great beyond came a pitch black multitude
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| Here to choose the weakest of our race
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| Hellhounds with the Devil’s own face
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| Confused a violent strike with something finally here to guide the way
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| Our faith in order was a mistake
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| Fearful and divine, and devoid of grace
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| They try to run, but there’s no escape
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| And the light decayed on that final day, fear crept up inside
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| Night became something more than a trade, a weakness that we all can share
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| Death’s glow in the wind, this is the end
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| And I watched as a spiral took shape across the sky
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| It was like a call from the other side
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| What will you do now? |
| The fires of hell are raining down
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| Deep inside you’re starting to shake, and are slowly losing ground
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| Everyone is dead. |
| Your bravery is useless
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| Your bravery is useless
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| And I watched as a spiral took shape across the sky
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| It was like a call from the other side, and there I cried
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| Out of control and paralyzed, as everything I once was died
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| No way I’d be dying honorably, if they came and took my life now
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| No way I’d be dying honorably
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| Regrets in tow, didn’t even stand a chance
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| So hear me, the final lines have been drawn
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| To build again, to fall again, it’s worn me down to the last straw
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| I held on so long to my home, until a tempest came
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| She came in and swept it away
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| Where’s your bravery?
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| What will bravery do for you now? |