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Cries will fill the dead of nigth |
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Screaming for the morning light. |
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Insane maneuvers of the mind. |
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Shall sow the wrath of all mankind. |
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In crystal towers off the shore |
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I've seen the ligth of evermore |
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But politics has barred the door |
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And left us no way out but war. |
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It could happen today |
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Unless we learn to change our ways |
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Warlords lead us to death, |
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They're Weavers of the Web. |
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My soul calls out to all of life |
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To stop this hell and end the strife |
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Stand us for your humane rigth |
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Reject the web with all your might. |
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Inside the charms of anciente lore |
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There's magik truth and much, much more, |
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But new beliefs have slammed the door, |
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Shut out the light of Everymore. |
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It could happen today |
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Unless we learn to change our ways. |
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Warlords lead us to death, |
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They're Weavers of the Web. |
