Beyond the lands of time
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lies an eternal treasure
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its core is always much too far
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for an open eye can always be blind
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under the rain of nonsense
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the wise raises up his fortress
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and the darkest blindfold
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after all can be the guide
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Leaving all senses behind
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living on the verge
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leaving all senses behind
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living on the verge
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prove the truth and taste the lies
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Break the ice
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look inside
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and see the flames are burning everwhere
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so afraid to look
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a little higher
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in this pathetic realms
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where only the weak survive
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Where Only The Weak Survive
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| Divine Lust |
