| Hope flew out through the window
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| Faith and trust slipped out by the door
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| This house has now become like a graveyard
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| With emptiness as its sole reign
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| Will you follow through hollow waters
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| Take us through the faintest rivers
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| Circle of sorrow
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| Closing in on you
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| A barren field lies by your feet
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| A ravaged wasteland as far as you can see
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| Devastation has come to haunt these lands
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| And nothing will ever grow in the soil
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| Will you follow through hollow waters
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| Take us through the faintest rivers
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| Circle of sorrow
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| Closing in on you
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| Cities will fall, empires crumble
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| Hop can prevail, we will follow
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| Forests will burn, undr the scourge
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| Lead us again through these faraway lands
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| Wrath of the scorned, born of fire
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| Tainted fury, leads to nothing
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| Let it all pass, open yourself
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| Lead us away through these faraway lands
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| Through a swirling vortex
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| Down an endless spiral
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| Swallowed by a seething pit
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| The blackness draws you in and calls your name
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| In your final hour
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| At the fall of day
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| Before you’re born, beyond your death
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| The everlasting light is the flame of eternity |