THE RISING OF THE CENTURY
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DID NOT BRING CATHARSIS.
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THE RISING OF THE CENTURY
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DID NOT BRING SALVATION.
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THE CRACK IS GETTING DEEPER,
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THE FLAMES ARE BURNING HIGHER.
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LOST AND HUNTED REFUGEES
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ARE CHANTING IN THE CIRCLE.
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THE PREDATORS OF THE GREAT DIVIDE
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ARE CUTTING THEIR THROATS,
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SLICING THEIR GUTS,
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AND DRINKING THEIR BLOOD.
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THIS WORLD WAS ALWAYS FERTILE
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AT THE ROOT OF OUR TONGUES.
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OUR TONGUES WERE ALWAYS CUT
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AT THE ROOT OF OUR WORDS.
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WE HAVE REACHED THE GOOD AND EVIL
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AND WE DIDN'T SPEAK MUCH.
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BLOODY SOIL - FERTILE LAND,
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BLOODY SOIL - FERTILE LAND.
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BUT THEN WE HAD TO LEAVE
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TO GO FURTHER,
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THROUGH BLISTERING HEAT,
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CHASING DEATH,
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ERASING DISTANCE
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DEVOURING TIME WITH
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INFINITE GREED.
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NOW WE ARE HERE
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SENSITIVE TO SHADOWS,
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SPEAKING TO THE DEAD
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AND BURNING ALIVE
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IN OUR RITUAL SONGS.
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THE SKY IS SET ALIGHT AS THOUGH THE STARS
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WERE AT WAR.
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THE DESERT IS BURNING
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WITH COLD FLAMES.
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WHITE ASTRONAUTS
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ARE REFLECTED ON THE SURFACE.
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GOLDEN MOUNTAINS
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ARE SHINING IN THE DISTANCE.
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THIS IS THE BLACK CIRCLE
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AND THIS THE BLACK CROSS.
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THIS IS THE DARK FUNERAL AT MIDNIGHT.
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A BLOODY HORIZON
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HAS CONSUMED THE SUN
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IN THE MACHINE
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2000 AND ONE.
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The Great Divide
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| Laibach |
