time will pass before us and before the sun is gone
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we shall sing in victory as if it were our only song
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for the wicked here are brewing and a dark day we shall name
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as we surround ourselves in pleasure we subject ourselves to pain
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the life of a sinner is a song you've yet to sing
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but the tune is surely ringing in your ear
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inside you admire what the truth has come to be
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a false security to numb your deepest fear
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your hopeless bliss, your dreamless nightmare
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their endless bliss, their perfect nightmare
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a warrior I must become
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if I'm to see the morning sun
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some heartbeats fade, still mine beats on
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and still I strive to be reborn
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a warrior I must become
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if I'm to see the morning sun
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some heartbeats fade, still mine beats on
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and I must be reborn
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with the sword of belief at hand
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I still endure this wicked sorrow
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tempted by my quest for power
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and by my own selfish remains
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time will pass before us and before the sun is gone
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we shall sing in victory as if it were our only song
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now the time is gone and I pray to be forgiven
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I fear the day will come when my prayers will be too late
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A Thin Line Between Profound And Profane
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| With Faith Or Flames |
