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Parading on the pride of others |
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It is their fine art of slaughter |
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One by one go down, cascading bloodstains on sacred ground |
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The art of the mourning kind |
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The cry of Gods children, when Eden burns |
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Accusing innocence |
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In a Graveyard of dreams |
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Showing ignorance |
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To the art of the mourning kind |
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Undiscovered beauty, the blind men kill another one |
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Just a fragment, a dear memory remains |
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In the ashes of another life that drowned |
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All the broken heroes are burying their nightmares in the sand |
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Touched by cruelty, the ghost of shadows arrives |
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And the magpie never used its wings to fly |
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In the sequence of a shaded kiss |
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The fearless uniformed got his tears on the inside |
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All the emotions gathering on the shore |
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In every moment there is one more failing hour to come |
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Grey light, in the silhouettes of dawning |
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The weak are gathered here for mourning |
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And the barbarian is honored once again |
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Yet another war for the statistic statues in command |
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Accusing innocence |
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In a Graveyard of dreams |
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Showing ignorance |
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To the art of the mourning kind |
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Accusing innocence |
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In a Graveyard of dreams |
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Showing ignorance |
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To the art of the mourning kind |
