[Then] deep in the darkness without form and void
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The hovering spirit of God
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Man given life soon only to die
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Fallen by deception
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[Now] dwell in the confines of morality
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Gripping the hand of despair
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Children of dust blown by winds of distress
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Into uncharted futures stare
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[Whenever] again the night falls to darken our dawn
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Silence our lips seek refuge from harm again
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Children of trial offspring of pain
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Wounds of existence leave scars that remain
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Scarred hand of healing waits stretched from the sky
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For those who would choose to receive
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Chains of oppression shackles of fear
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Forever broken for those who draw near
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From storm to shelter from darkness to light
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Wings cast a shadow a haven from falling night
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Nightfall
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| Circle Of Dust |
