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via puritiva |
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Passing too many gates |
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leaving too many graves behind |
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follow Jupiter's son on his way to hell |
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the pilgrimage of lost hopes |
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I kissed the bishop's poisonous ring |
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I was dead between the dead |
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White pages of your holy books |
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torn to pieces by my hands |
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the sword is too heavy |
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the shield far too small |
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Are we the tribe of kings |
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yet destined to fall? |
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via illuminativa |
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Silver dawn awakening |
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so far, far away from home |
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the journey starts when I open my mouth |
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swallowing careless words |
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For the truth is not far beyond the veil of stars |
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you won't find anything on the bottom of darkness |
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it's all in the serpent's lethal bite |
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it's in these little charming moments of thrill |
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and we are not who we think we are |
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we are who we're afraid to be |
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via unitiva |
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Addei Nam Namppa Khadu |
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Tah O'Khadu Hallei |
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Iah! Iah! Goadii Mazzu |
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Halle-lei Badu Zarrah |
