| Times by ten the encounter will unfold to decide what awaits the crypted one
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| asleep
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| To none the time will see what awakes in fulfilment
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| To open shallow fares over skies to be closed
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| This is said that none will ever hang from the open sky
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| Danger are thou to see the times are two
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| Now we see that winnings to be done, what passion to awake
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| In despair by the ground you walk on hollow thoughts inprint your mind
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| By blessed upon your spirits will rise, to encounter the battle ahead
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| These flames to your night will assist your ongoing struggle to overcome your
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| deepest fear
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| Feelings appear by the stars, to recive the blood of your soul
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| Swallow the pain…
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| What passion to awake…
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| This to show all that are disbelief that it is time, no one will feel the agony
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| in your being
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| To enslave a mind of dominance of god’s are but one force
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| Inprinted with fear the first day of light, with ignorance you obey the tone
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| you hate
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| No one to enlighten your tired soul, this is supposed to be your only fate
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| Fools they all seem follow the path, this to ensure no one astray
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| Seems to be no way to get out, to see the real only way
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| Disilusions is framed into a weakend mind, to find the things you do not know
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| Stench flows up through the ground, but there is no time to show
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| Eradicate your will to uphold there is no stopping to this shade
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| Feel the darkness flow throught your bone, feel the seizure fade
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| Fly with the fear you shall, to overcome
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| Not alone with a mind beaten to blood, by endless pain
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| Inner selves that threat the existence by time this we must use
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| Walk on leafs to become one with the wind of soul, to be a soul
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| Try the dwellings of the past, find your innerself by the winds they fly
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| To see the true soul of the old ones, by god there is no stopping to it all
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| By fire it all will end
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| This is the time of flow, to see the battle that will end
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| No time like present there is to see, waste memories seen to erase
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| Time and time again they fade, like personalities in your face
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| Clustering to the old fading hopes, the challenge still remains
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| Nothing is what you all see all you see is all but pain
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| Dwell upon the twilight worlds, into the skies that follow deep
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| On them that do not feel, see the flock of foolish sheep |