It's not the river that flows,
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but the water.
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It's not the years that pass,
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but we do.
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Between wind and water,
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between the devil and the deep blue sea,
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we hope for comfort from the beyond.
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We call forth spirits anxiously
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to tell us that our world will last
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or tell us there's a place to stay
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when the universe is lost
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and paradise so far away.
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The dawn of Doom will unveil
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the unknown from the other side.
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Those who walk the shadows,
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those who walk the night.
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Ravens and rats, crows and bats,
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sent ahead as their myrmidons,
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tell of darkest times to come.
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And tales and legends will prove true
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at the end of our dominion,
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at the setting of the century,
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at the end of our millenium
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The dawn of doom will unveil
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the unknown from the other side.
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Those who walk the shadows,
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Those who walk the night.
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Those Who Walk The Shadows
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| Gardens Of Gehenna |
