| Your cunning lies, your plotting eyes have made your treachery clear
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| You’re out of time, you wasted mine, the world gets quiet down here
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| A Cosmic Horror
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| In the shroud of man
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| Sinking down in pale waters
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| Monarch of the sand
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| But you
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| From womb to tomb
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| From Sun to moon
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| You perpetuate the Ancient Gloom
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| Father forgive me
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| For I’ve seen the truth
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| Weeping for their sons and what they’ve done
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| The Gods see their treason from above so now we’re
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| Falling through inferno
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| That fire breaks you down and sweeps you out
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| Time itself was all laid out
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| So now I cast myself into the clouds
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| Hear me
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| There’s one last thing I should say
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| Stand down
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| Don’t be caught in my way
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| The elder gods watch over every transgression and treason that came from their
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| sons
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| They turn stoney faces away, bitterly weeping for what they have done
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| Lashing about in the darkness to conquer their foes before they appear
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| The world gets quiet down here
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| Weeping for their sons and what they’ve done
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| The Gods see their treason from above and we’ve been
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| Weeping for the world that we have lost
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| The Gods saw their treason from above and we’ve been
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| Falling through inferno
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| That fire breaks you down and sweeps you out
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| Time itself was all laid out
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| So now I cast myself into the clouds |