| They stood by the edge of darkness and bowed at the Angelus bell
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| A chill from above swept through them as they knew this would never end well
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| The fire in the sky had warned them as the marching of men came through
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| The elders alone decided it was better to die that to lose
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| And through the haze they fought for days but they never knew
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| Fate’s cold hand in this wasteland will bury them too
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| Further away by the ocean the waves fought the rocks on the land
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| The hardships that sailed are all broken as the bodies washed up on the sand
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| Four horsemen arrived at daybreak as the sky up ahead turned black
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| The cold and the rain cut through them but they’d never come back
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| And through the haze they fought for days but they never knew
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| Fate’s cold hand in this wasteland will bury them too
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| In the end all our broken bones turn to dust
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| As the brains of our jailers bleed out into rust
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| It’s a long way home
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| It’s a long way home
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| It’s a long way home from here
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| When we returned with lessons to learn we wont be afraid of the darkness
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| In shadows we saw a land without law and victims of change that lay heartless
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| Old holes in the ground with children unfound, their torn masks hung up in tall
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| branches
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| The end has begun, farewell everyone
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| Don’t look to the skies, take your chances
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| Does everybody follow?
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| Love is so blind I cant find it
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| There is no love here at all
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| Look all around all you’ll find is
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| Hatred for everyone
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| Thoughts that are clear yet distant
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| Like faltering ships on the waves
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| The eyes that are closed shall miss it
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| When evil rides up from the grave
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| On the way back
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| On the way back
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| On the way back
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| On the way back |