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This world is bleeding flies! |
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Who heard the nightwind's whispers |
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Maladies to come that it once sang |
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Who saw the storms approaching |
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And the shadows hiding in the sun |
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(Rivers of life - now streaming red |
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Swarming flies - reeking of death) |
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The breeze bears a familiar aroma |
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The blood runs thick before my weary eyes |
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And in this maelstrom of denial |
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The dying screams of men have become our lullabies |
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(Lidless eyes - dreamless sleep |
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Open wounds - far too deep) |
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This is our world, this is our Hell |
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This is the soil upon we fell |
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Behold the truth as it unfolds... |
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Way past the point of its demise |
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This world is only bleeding flies |
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No one will come to claim your soul... |
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Who heard the nightwind's whispers |
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The bleak requiems that it once sang |
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Who saw our shadows submerging |
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Before this age of dark had even begun |
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...Did no one? |
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"No one heard the serpent singing |
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No one felt its teeth sank deeper |
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No one saw our reflections transforming |
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Into the pale traits of the reaper" |
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No solace for our lamentations |
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No warmth from lacerated suns |
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Music for abominations |
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Only resounds in our world undone |
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A grave new world, a grave new life |
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With ravaged dreams of paradise |
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No more sights left to behold... |
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Surpassed the point of its demise |
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This world is only bleeding flies |
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No one will come to claim your soul... |
