-From the womb of chaos I've been released,
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into a world of sorrow, pitchblack without belief
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You've wandered off somewhere,
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now I can't find you
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With fevered eyes I've searched,
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this black posterity
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A million times for you
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Unique, unheard-of, suppressed by all mankind,
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This 25th hour of death stands
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revengeful and divine
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The undercurrent of our consciousness,
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sucking us down
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Sooner or later drowning us in oblivion
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-I have cries for you, a multitude of tears has fallen
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This sadened side of me, my friend
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composed by death,
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Will also come to you,
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handed your notes to play eternal
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In time we'll see which one of us
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that bleeds the most
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Serene, reticent but indomitable
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this symphony proceeds
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Conductor: Death, Orchestra: Man, in the 25th hour;
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bleeding This blood-red undertow of
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existence, sucking hard
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Dragging us all down, bleeding reality in its face!
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25th Hour: Bleeding
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| The Provenance |
