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Music: T. |
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Gustafsson, |
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E. Rundqvist |
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Lyrics: J. |
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Linna Indispensible hatred combined with tattered souls; a sinister |
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Derision against all those who are expecting the new millennium. |
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World war three and the waves of infection have defeated the name of life. |
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Annihilation of the human selfdestruction is the vision; |
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My dead mind still can see |
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My dead mind still can grasp; |
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Now when my soul levitates towards one of the opened circles |
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Into the never touched materia, to begin defenseless in a new dimention. |
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On my way |
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I catch a climpse of an obvious light, a summoning, |
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That will bring away the malefactors that once belonged to the moon. |
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Desperate screeches imlore for mercy. |
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Their footsteps forces through the infernal fog. |
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With closed eyes in hope to regain the past |
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They dimly see the the fateful fire whose glow pulsates a shine |
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That stretches after their expectant and fearful gazes. |
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The scepticism that in immemorial times has been exercised by |
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Creatures now vanquish in endless punishment. |
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Now when my soul levitates towards one of the opened circles |
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Into the never toucted materia, to begin defenceless in a new dimention. |
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On my way i catch a glimpse of an obvious light, a summoning, |
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That will bring away the malefactors that once belonged to the light. |
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There senses no longer can accept the act. |
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Defenseless you see your own organs collapse. "drain out the liquid of life" |