when time meets the end
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names and deeds are forgotten
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when time has buried all your memories
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a soul looses its value
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when living becomes surviving
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when the forthcoming belongs to the past
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you will kneel down
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and pray to the horizon
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to get a nightmare instead of reality
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someone has given
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and will take away
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in a time of weakness
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strength and discipline measure your life span
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separating guilt from innocence
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beyond help you face the truth
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a triumphant procession into execution
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combine your smile with honour
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remember a day
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different from the others
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it is the day we will fade away brilliantly
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then out of a sudden
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through the lines of confusion
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he breaks unharmed
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unequal to everything
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ever known
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ever imagined
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no one knows where he came from
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or where he will go
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this obscure
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fearless
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and blameless being
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and for a last time
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the old guard rises
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to investigate
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under the herois command
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the dark stranger will
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rip up your eyes
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and blind you with your blindness
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things are long done
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your duty is to pay
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for our faults
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to die
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but who cares
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in the last hour
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knowledge followed by decay is senseless anyway
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in a rain of purification
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a new belief is injected
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existence is an arena
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our death the sensation
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acceptable perfection finally is reached
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ride the passage with the brave
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there will be no addition
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while perishing
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would you carry his honour
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could you speak his name
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will you accomplish the last order
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filled with calculation
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and glory
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without regard
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marching into a new area
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while a black phoenix will overcome
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any dream
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and blathering
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is imprisoned
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in a mental cage
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any weakness
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any emotion
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is sterilised
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because acceptable perfection has been reached
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the time has come to end this
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the time has come to be gone and forgotten
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to save lustless feelings of yours
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someone has given
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and will take away
|
in a time of weakness
|
strength and discipline measure your life-span
|
separating guilt from innocence
|
beyond help you face the truth
|
a triumphant procession into execution
|
combine your smile with honour
|
remember a day
|
different from the others
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it is the day we will fade away brilliantly
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he has disbanded another part of infinity
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he will go on with the flow of another time
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and while his spurs resound
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and fill a dead world
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one will know
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he taught to die with a smile signifying nothing !
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Gone... And Forgotten
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Pagan Lorn |