| A place with no night, a dormant holy bride
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| With the Lamb, seated high, at the time we’ll unite
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| She’s adorned, so full of life, with no room for any words
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| That attempt to speak of death, as these things have passed away
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| Neither sorrow, neither crying, neither shall there be any more pain
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| As every old evil is washed away and he said
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| «Write, for these words, are true and faithful
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| I make all things new»
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| Neither sorrow, neither crying, neither shall there be any more pain
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| In the new Jerusalem, my dreams have been corrupted
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| There’s something on my back, digging deep into my skin
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| And every one of these demons live
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| But they scatter at the sound, aware of all weakness
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| As I speak His name, yes they’ll tremble
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| Anarchy has no place in a city glowing of sardius
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| With streets of gold, and a King upon the throne
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| A new dwelling place descends from the sky
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| I can’t believe it’s our time, I’ll fly, atop the world oh so high
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| Meeting halfway to the sky my new home, where I will dwell
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| Forever righteous
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| Where I’ll dwell, there will be no night
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| For our faces glow at the sight of the king’s court
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| Stretching on into infinity
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| A new life righteous, a brand new world |