| The night’s descending, the sunset is black
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| And crimson skies are burning
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| This is a warning, for the final impact
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| But there’s no savior for the dyings
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| Is the future we made, the only solution
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| Or just the progress of a chain reaction?
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| Time after time, blind lead the blind
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| So do we deserve to survive?
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| Now we can feel the winter
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| As we realize that we’re all dead
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| Now we can’t feel no whisper
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| No signs of life, our callings are in vain
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| Now we can feel the winter
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| Will the sun shine again?
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| Now we can’t feel no whisper
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| And we will see… it will never be the same…
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| The ground is shaking, the planet will blast
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| Our foundations are falling
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| The only remains are the shades of our past
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| Into a world that keeps on burning
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| Is the future we made a desperation
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| Or just the process of a change of seasons?
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| Over the time, the rise of the ice
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| Has broken the cycle of eternal life
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| Now we can feel the winter
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| As we realize that we’re all dead
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| Now we can’t feel no whisper
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| No signs of life, our callings are in vain
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| Now we can feel the winter
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| Will the sun shine again?
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| Now we can’t feel no whisper
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| It will never be the same…
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| It will never… never be the same… |