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Into the shadows of life to which we've been driven |
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In the ruins of Eden to which we have come |
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Under bleeding skies still writhes this tortured land |
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And this world without end stands forsaken |
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And we forget, have we gone so wrong? |
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That onward we march, lost and enslaved to their culture's carrion song |
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The truth in the silences goes unheard, as we drown in their hideous faith |
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For they've built up their temples to slavery, and the stench of deceit |
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Suffocates |
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Through this night which we crawl |
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For there is always further to fall |
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Their rust scarred cities stand |
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To mark the graves below |
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The poisoned skies they weep |
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For their fates are cast in stone |
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The oceans boiling black upon the shores |
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Of this bloodstained waste landscape |
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That burns forevermore |
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And they step blind through this fever mad dance |
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In the last days of Eden which have come at last |
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And they've traded cheap the world and her love |
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For keys to the kingdom of filth above |
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(their cold kisses taste of blood and despair) |
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But we may surrender humanity's shame |
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Reborn from the ashes of our world in flames |
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Burn, burn with the fires of change |
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Tear down their culture of conquest and greed |
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With unblended eyes a new dawn to greet |
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And cast off the weight of humanity's sin |
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For a new day is born at their history's end |
