"The Apocryfal Wisdom Of An Allegorical Apocalypse"
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[The prophet:]</i> Many martyrs have fallen since I passed this way...
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[The truth:]</i> Many skies have bled.
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[The profet:]</i> Many gods did returns, many players lost their aim many loves have felt.
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[The truth:]</i> Many sons were born.
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[The prophet:]</i> I wonder if the children will forgive...
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When the light dies through infinite darkness
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and the children start to cry;
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when a scream turns a whisper
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when the ages bleed alive...
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Reality becomes illusion
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illusion is reality;
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is this the alliance for the ancient
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of the new birth of a profecy?
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Unnatural beings, morbid existence
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resuscutated horror, ambigious visions
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see the apocalypse - rise...
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We were banned by the fire, in the grip of the ceremony.
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We saw types in our hearts, we denied every life we could give.
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And infinity grasped out for slaves, day by day - year for year.
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Why that prophet spoke to the abyss below him:
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"Have we ever been free?"
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And behind the shade sleeps an apocryphal wisdom
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in the hour of twilight
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in this legendary times...
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Unnatural beings, morbid existence
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resuscitated horror, ambigious visions
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see the apocalypse - rise...
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Now that the breath has gone the fire claim its might;
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now that in this dark millenium no master is alive.
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Now that a castle atends between the ruins of the past;
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now that the omens wither away, no hope will ever last.
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[The prophet:]</i> Iwonder if the children will forgive...
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