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We stand encircled by wing and fire |
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Our deepest ties return and turn upon us |
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The shrouded reason, the bleeding answer |
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The human plague in womb |
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Bring clouds of war |
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Let us rest |
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Our future breed is the last |
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In the conscience waits |
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Dreams of the new sun |
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We're blood in the dust |
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Given to the Rising |
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Through this we claw roots |
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Of trees in the world of iron |
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Our father's steps fueled the boiling sea |
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The wretched harvest reaped by the hands of dawning |
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Our pain cannot forgive the silent machine of the fatal flaw in man |
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That brings us to the end |
