In their eyes we see the dawn fall to the day
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Whispered fears cast light against the
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gathered grey
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In their minds our time is lost and ever still
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They will see where horror lies
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Demons come
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Through the fire and hell of other planes to claim their own
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The years of pain are cast into the grave
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Far away I hear their cries and I carry on to
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see them dead
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To grasp this chance within my hands tonight
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Demons come
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They crawl into the world
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So alone demons come
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They crawl into the night
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In the cold
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Red-black mists of death sigh names
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forgotten to the wind
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They all see darkness through the failing light
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In my rage I am the storm
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I am the lost; I am the one
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To see an end to all that could have been
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Demons
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Bella Morte |