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No prophet of doom |
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For a world in decline |
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Separate my will from my dead |
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No legend of fate |
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For the flight of time |
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But a lost horizon beneath my feet |
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I am here but absent |
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A mask behind my face |
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Time passes by |
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Leaving faint and hollow days |
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At strife with my fate |
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I try to roll my stone |
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Up to a mount of higher gains |
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Where's the void |
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I'm spinning around |
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Fate itself amounts it all |
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To the same thing |
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Lost in the toils of life |
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Content and depraved |
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Another phantom rises |
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To fill the void with lies |
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I can hear the voices gather |
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A roundelay of decadence |
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Increase to battle cries |
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Lost in a void of lies |
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And darkness rises |
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In the end of all craving |
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There's no golden age |
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For misery and hope severs a thin line |
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That strives for the unknown truth and lie combines |
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To reveal the final cost |
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Rise to fall again |
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Bound in changes |
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The burden of life |
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Is to curse the ages unborn |
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Born to plough |
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A lonely furrow |
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There's no ground |
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I'm forced to be bound |
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Might and darkness |
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Mourning in silence |
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Careworn souls |
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Are falling through time |
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Blind and mindless |
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Longing for guidance |
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Careworn souls |
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Are caught in their mind |
