The seed of Men,
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From trees now freezing.
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All silevered leaves
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With messages written
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The Imitators
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In sequences bright.
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All perpetraitors
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In cahins of gold.
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From the Wait we got our hearts so wet.
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The Legend rains our drops of sweat.
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Sweet all the Season. The crop is Death.
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Reaped on the Rush. You hate yourself.
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The best of Men,
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Through racks now stumbling.
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Learning the blind walk.
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All apprentices.
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The fierest Men,
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In sheep's clothing,
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Have bor exhausted
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To everything.
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And yes we all believe in Madness.
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We are being born at the sound of Ends.
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And yes we all belive in cruelty
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We breed it out so easily.
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It used to be the pride of Men,
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Now a flame put out by the cold in his hand.
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And yes we all have signed the pacts.
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We knew so well nothing was left.
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And yes we still believe in Beauty
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As we eternally sleep on it.
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The last of Men
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All hide in here
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Domesticated by everything
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What's left of the Man
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I had within,
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Now gone forever
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The Beast sets in.
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And yes we all believe in Fury.
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When nothing else is supposed to be.
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Consumed are now all the rewards,
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As we eternally...
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As We Eternally Sleep On It
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Moonspell |