| I don’t longer remember the days in black sleepless nights
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| So I’m seeking for the heights of the holy mountain of fools
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| Where the lords and the stupid rules
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| No people ever been there
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| In the land of stone I felt memories alone
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| An empty space of my mind I guess the memories
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| Are hard to find
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| Cause nobody has ever been there or seen it
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| My mind is empty I don’t longer remember
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| The foolish nights the days in the mountain of fools
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| Were the lords and the stupid rules I have forgotten like an open sore
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| The dreaded days are over the night is new and black
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| The days are the same like the nights
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| The sun can slip through it’s light
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| My soul has found a rest in what you would call fear
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| But that is just a mask I wear
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| Cause nobody has ever heard or seen
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| The mountain of fools where the lords and the stupid rules
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| I have forgotten
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| I felt alone
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| My mind is empty I don’t longer remember
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| The foolish nights the days in the mountain of fools
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| Were the lords and the stupid rules I have forgotten like an open sore
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| But that is just
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| I said now I felt alone, but this is just eternally
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| No people have ever been or ever seen the land of stone and I felt
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| My memories alone
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| My mind is empty I don’t longer remember
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| The foolish nights the days in the mountain of fools
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| Were the lords and the stupid rules
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| I have forgotten like an open sore
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| But that is just because of our war |