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Before eyes that are blind no more |
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A sight unseen that tears the soul |
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All we ever loved and known |
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Into mass graves is what we're shown |
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We see an ocean once was land |
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And so they come to understand |
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This place where man used to be born |
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Will be man's water throne |
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Will be man's water throne |
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All that was magical, beautiful, will be gone |
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(These measures call for divine intervention) |
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The achievements of man, |
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One will stand all alone |
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(One the survives the final selection) |
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The sand in the hourglass, |
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Moves so fast, slow the sand |
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And nothing that mankind has strived for will be left |
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In ocean land |
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The rain will fall then |
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Filling the dried land |
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Here are we servants three, |
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Flesh and blood |
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Poor and weak, |
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Hear thou speak of the blood |
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It must be a sign |
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A massage from God's hand |
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Here are we servants three, |
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Flesh and blood |
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Poor and weak, |
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Hear thou speak of the blood |
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Here are we servants three, |
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Flesh and blood |
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Poor and weak, |
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Hear thou speak of the blood |
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Here are we servants three, |
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Flesh and blood |
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Poor and weak, |
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Hear thou speak of the blood |
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Here are we servants three, |
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Flesh and blood |
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Poor and weak, |
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Hear thou speak of the blood |