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At the sundown of a civilization |
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The night air moves with a dismal tone |
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In the weakening grip of our infestation |
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Serenity will reclaim its throne |
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Today the sun was not born |
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Held down by heavy clouds of rain |
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No light for our last days |
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Desires long washed away... |
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I never saw the mountains moving |
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For me, the world was always still |
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I was held down by the weight of the waters |
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With heavy stones, my heart was always sealed |
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Tonight, the moon howled with scorn |
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To a pack of wolves dressed as men |
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In a flash, the stars were reformed |
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But as soon as I looked again |
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(I saw...) |
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What I saw was the end |
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Yet all still looked the same |
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No stigmas cast upon men |
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No pits of brimstone or flame |
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"Beholding the moors by twilight |
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Serenity that never came |
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I realized it was not carved for my name |
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But neither were the pits of brimstone and flame" |
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I never saw the mountains moving |
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For me, the world was always still |
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I never held the keys within me |
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The prophecies remained unfulfilled |
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I never saw the Earth in its grandeur |
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I only saw it on its knees |
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I never saw a wholesome picture |
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I only saw it torn piece by piece... |