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Finally I see that my time is near |
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My sight is clear, filled with fear |
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In here all that I see is grey |
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Only lies are what will remain |
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What we teach our children |
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Tomorrow, what they'll sing |
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If the evil one wins |
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Shall my deeds remain after me |
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May my sons make it real |
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Wise words will echo in their hearts |
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Then brighter will shine my star |
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Behind the curtain of beauty |
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Awaits the hungry beast |
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If the blind leads the blind |
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Our legacy is phasing away |
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No respect for what the elders said |
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Forgotten is the path to our fathers' days |
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Few are those who know the way |
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Behind the curtain of beauty |
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Awaits the hungry beast |
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If the blind leads the blind |
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A cry in the wind |
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Will guide the way to my keep |
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And the singing of the angels |
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Sets me free |
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Will I leave my mark |
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In the hearts of the righteous ones |
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Is this the death of our day? |
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We'll fade |
