[music: Aeon, lyrics: Goth]
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A dying play and silence weigh on the city of Ur
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It tears his soul, the glass is whole, fragments of her
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The blue bus still calls us, destination our funeral pyre
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The pious men await, while innocents are raped with napalm fire
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Fragments and pieces...
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The Persian woman was strong in faith, she wasn't chosen but pleased him well
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The dogs shall not eat from the table!
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Suffer them all, they'll scream out for more, sadomasochistic conviction inflicted
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The orgasm, the baptism in iron
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A dying play and silence weigh as the desert's set ablaze
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He seeks to find a haven to hide, there are no accidents
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The blue bus digests us, desintegrate into flesh and pus
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The pious men enjoy the game, blessing all the innocents
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Fragments And Pieces
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| Mork Gryning |
