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Monuments, rise upon arrival |
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Bizarre theories |
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Questions and controversies remain |
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Left clues to their origin in the stones |
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Did isolation create this enigma? |
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Anyone who tries to break the code |
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Will have to sacrifice their precious life |
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We can not make our holy God cry |
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Fire will flood from his mouth on the hill |
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Anyone who tries to break the code |
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Will have to sacrifice their precious life |
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We can not make our holy God cry |
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Fire will flood from his mouth on the hill |
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Paradise, surrounded by an endless blue |
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Alone in this world |
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Waiting for salvation to come |
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Outcasts, for reason still unknown |
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Voyagers, found it empty and abandoned |
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Anyone who tries to break the code |
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Will have to sacrifice their precious life |
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We can not make our holy God cry |
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Fire will flood from his mouth on the hill |
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Any one who tries to break the code |
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Will have to sacrifice |
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Their one chance in life |
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And when the darkness falls on shores |
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Olden rites from a secret lore |
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Stone carved eyes leaves a shadow mark |
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Deep in these eyes reads a prophecy |
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A lost continent of liquefying stone |
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Burned through the crust |
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And erupted into the Earth |
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A lifeform unknown |
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Looking out on the coming wave |
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Waiting for what to come |
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Mold the statue of pure fear obsession |
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Afraid of what to come, mold the statue |
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Afraid of what to come, mold the statue |
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So observe meant to please the Gods |
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Afraid of what to come, mold the statue |
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So obscure meant to please the Gods |
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... The Gods |
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And when the darkness falls on shores |
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Olden rites from a secret lore |
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Stone carved eyes leaves a shadow mark |
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Deep in these eyes reads a prophecy |
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Moon dance in the skyline |
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Where the oceans meet |
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Trigger the mind of the staring stone eyes |
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A lifeform unknown |
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Looking out on the coming wave |
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Waiting for what to come |
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Mold the statue so pure |
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A lifeform unknown |
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Looking out on the coming wave |
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Waiting for what to come |
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Mold the statue of pure fear obsession |
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And when the darkness falls on shores |
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Olden rites from a secret lore |
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Stone carved eyes leaves a shadow mark |
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Deep in these eyes reads a prophecy |
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A view of reason |
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Rotation of the sun |
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To fulfill their God's prophecy |
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Mold the statue of pure fear obsession |
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Disappearing in the vast-seas |
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Wiped away by a tidal wave? |
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And when the last tree went down |
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They left a mark for the future to find |
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Afraid of what to come, mold the statue |
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So obscure meant to please the Gods |
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Is this a clue to the modern race |
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Who left this mark |
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Of fear in cold stone... |
