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Into the vestibule with nothing but my pride |
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left in the empty isles where shadows cannot hide |
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Inherent doubts and fears no longer at my side |
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my body swept of filth and cleansed now in the tide |
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We are the end to come |
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to all that has begun |
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say goodbye to the setting sun |
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one for all and all for none |
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Now wipe the blood away that covers up your face |
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behold the prophets in illuminated grace |
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Hands raids towards the tower high above the storm |
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struck down the righteous few blessed to be reborn |
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The march of the damned, burns through the turf |
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no longer salvation but melting the earth |
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Waking disaster, that hides in your faith |
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no longer salvation that's left in it's wake |
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All hail the king of kings, saviour of the herd |
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fire dripping from his lips and ice forms on his words |
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The heavens open wide and swallow up the sun |
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arms wide in loving praise the damage has been done |
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We are the end to come |
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to all that has begun |
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say goodbye to the setting sun |
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one for all and all for none. |