The lion, once mighty enthroned,
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A pale shade of a dying star.
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Behold the temple was burning inside,
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And nothing but ashes remained.
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The children displaced to the land of the whore.
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But light shines better in darkness,
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And shadows are so clear to see.
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O children of Israel show me your tears,
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And reach out your mind to the hands on the wall.
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So turn around and see the street that is called your live,
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Is this the way You really want to live.
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The time of history is far away,
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But yet You¢¥re going through all these things.
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The ultimate freedom is the cage of society,
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Imprisoned by their own will.
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The walls in these souls are as high as a moutain,
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A dying from within, not a physical death.
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But there is an end, this time will come,
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Behold the hands on the wall.
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For the future is at hand
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And it comes like a thief in the night
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Behold the seed nearly unseen with us
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The birth of the kingdom
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- Dethronement of dawn
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And gather right now to finish the game
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To break down the walls to carry the flame
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That opens the gate to my fathers side
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I am the leader if you let me guide
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Hands On The Wall
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Ancient Prophecy |