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The sand that hides |
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The bones of the dead |
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Whispers in the wind |
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Rumors of our future |
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We shall build here |
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In this cursed place |
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Cruel structures |
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The towers of gods |
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In their shadows |
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We will ever toil |
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We will hide there |
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Waiting for a revelation |
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Citadels of sorrow |
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These relics of old |
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Sentinels of secrets |
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Hidden down below |
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These are the foundations |
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of burden that we laid |
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Must we feat on a bounty of blood? |
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The soul of the world in the mouths of all |
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Sick corruption in the fountain of life |
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It will sustain us |
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Was there even a choice? |
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Descendants of dust |
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With faces carved from stone |
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The legacy of what has gone |
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Our paths connected by a thread |
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Only remains of the lies we led |
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Impart the weight of the years we shed |
