| Reflecting mirrors
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| Bound to show our true inner selves
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| As empty as they can ever be
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| The seasons have changed
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| Into one big thunder storm
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| That plows through the former gloryful world
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| The lid has been sealed
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| This ensphered world will perish beyond the light
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| Come, spectate, the world in disorder
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| Can you feel the wrath of a million years?
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| Eradicate the sins of man
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| Just as man destroyed his own land
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| The winds have changed and a new hymn is sung
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| The spectra shimmer in no colors but one
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| The dawn is gone, we’re trapped in the night
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| Fearing our blinded sight
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| Enraged are the seas, throwing wave after wave
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| The sky is gorging the air we crave
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| The mighty disasters walking hand in hand
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| We feel so small, yet so grand
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| Watch, observe, the chaos at hand
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| Can a man made idea play the opponent of man?
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| Mattoids of ours, the last living hope
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| Our feeble minds cannot withstand this blow
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| The anthem of fierce diapason
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| Infringing with scorn on our souls
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| The barrier to our sanctuary has been broken
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| Inferno roams til there is no more
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| Dashes to lashes and lust to cost
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| The sins are kept safe within a solid crust
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| Only purgatory’s flame might pierce its hollow shell
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| We’ll all find out when we dwell with the condemned
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| Tears of a blackened world subside the lust and desires
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| Shiver as the quaking earth spews dust when we
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| Embrace the night sky
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| That glitters so calm like innocent virgin eyes
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| Then congeal like eyes
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| By their ever watchful eyes
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| A six star constellation
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| A deceitful presence that tints the sky
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| The forthcoming revelation speaks the words, we must comply
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| Cries of despair, imprisoned by the sins we share
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| Cries, so pitiful compared to the reaper’s roar
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| Cries of despair, imprisoned by the sins we share
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| Judgement has befallen
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| Like in a scenery with light
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| We still crawl back into the night
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| Like in a scenery with night
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| We’re still searching for the light
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| When all is gone and no more is to reap
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| The world will fall into a sleep so deep
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| A slumber with a depth that no man can climb
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| Dreaming of nighttime |