Cries will fill the dead of nigth
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Screaming for the morning light.
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Insane maneuvers of the mind.
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Shall sow the wrath of all mankind.
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In crystal towers off the shore
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I've seen the ligth of evermore
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But politics has barred the door
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And left us no way out but war.
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It could happen today
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Unless we learn to change our ways
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Warlords lead us to death,
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They're Weavers of the Web.
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My soul calls out to all of life
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To stop this hell and end the strife
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Stand us for your humane rigth
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Reject the web with all your might.
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Inside the charms of anciente lore
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There's magik truth and much, much more,
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But new beliefs have slammed the door,
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Shut out the light of Everymore.
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It could happen today
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Unless we learn to change our ways.
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Warlords lead us to death,
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They're Weavers of the Web.
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Weavers Of The Web
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