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The world is falling so cold and grey |
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Shallow and empty life lingers on |
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It grieves my heart, it tears me apart... |
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I hear this constant disharmony! |
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Now I ride with the mocking and friendly ghouls on the night-wind, and play |
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By day amongst the catacombs. I know that light is not for me |
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Lost in a dead world... |
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With broken wings! |
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Human reality feeds upon a whore! |
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For what idols have these lowlifes |
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Bowed their heads to build up a shattered world? |
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Kill the bitch on the cross... |
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Scorn their sacred loss! |
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And the sheeps are making love to the madness of the flow! |
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Is this all they know...? |
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The madness of the flow will take the final blow |
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As the sun goes down over mankind's tomb |
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In the universal graveyard of filth and slime |
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This is Our time! |
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Lost in a sick world... |
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Beholding the corruption! |
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Curse them all! |
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Lead them astray! |
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It grieves my heart they won't go away! |
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Now I ride with the mocking and friendly ghouls on the night-wind, and play by day amongst the catacombs |
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I know that light is not for me, save that of the moon over the rock |
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I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men |