Regardless your efforts, everything changes
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Time cycles yet never returns
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Storms generate aeons while peace brings nothingness
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War-force conception, the deity of destruction
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Make humanity share the pain inflicted upon itself
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Self-deluded dreamers disintegrate,
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They drown in grimness, and with them, their dreams.
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My roots may have driven their souls dry
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But my branches had already touched the stars...
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Mayhap your sterile mind and body ever get a hold of the truth
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You depend on us for your existence
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Time cycles yet never returns...
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Hither am I
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In Astral Plains of Trance
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As untouchable to you as the stars above
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Attempt against us, and confusion shall take over...
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Aghast as you taste the claws of our wrath
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In Astral Pains of Trance
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| Sirius |
