The time has gone
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And everything looks old,
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The clocks have stop
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Life could be reformed.
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The past returns
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With anger, fear and war,
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Evil comes to bring the world
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It's berserk force.
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Maybe it will kill all our faith,
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All our gods,
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Or maybe it comes to take
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Our lost souls.
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Hardering my bones
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Like a lonely bath
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That embraces my wounds.
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Oh grateful darkness
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How can I evoke you?
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Stairs to the sky
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Of a black forest ride.
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Whispers float
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Frightening my bones
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Like empty words
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Like a maniac noise.
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My soul could be
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Sculpted in stone
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And stay alive
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In a forbidden land.
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The past returns
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With envy, greed and lust
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Evil comes to bring the world
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It's life restored.
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Sculpted In Stone
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| Dies Irae |
