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Almost the season a time of prophecy for those who know almost the reason why the voices of the dead come known a gnawing in torment divided by the polarizing line |
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Prey to the masses hunted in numbers tortured death divine |
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And when you see the light of lights out of the corner of your eye then and there you will be falling unless you answer to your calling |
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Estranged to nocturnal light |
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In search for what is known but lost by the time desperatly clawing deceived as a puppet for a price servant of the master a watcher of the world until you die revolving on a never ending journey a glimpse into the gateways of eternity led to the edge then pushed to falling for you must answer to your calling |