Somewhere along the railway a body divided in two
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Somewhere between the screams,
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those visions were never seen
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I understood the voice
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An ancient sacrifice
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Buried in wreck
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To rise up in a gaze
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In marches the bitter man.
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Fire away again and again
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Hang dry curtains are down.
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Sink down in dumping grounds
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Sirens scream in your head when the march lingers on
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Hear the echoes of the ceremonial doom
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Genesis
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| Cult Of Luna |
