[music: Tuomas Saukkonen, words: Tuomas Saukkonen/Panu Willman]
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this place like hell where you belong
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nation of leeches, kingdom made of thorns
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civil war inside your head is starting to breed
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and reform it's own identity
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here you have no name so death can't find you, define you
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and hope to be resurrected back to life is gone forever
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and the black wearing out your soul
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is the black haunting you in echoes
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the gaze like death what you behold
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greyscale reflection, perfection so cold
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flawless shell of man is starting to break
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and leave the inside for demons to take
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here you have no name so death can't find you, define you
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and hope to be resurrected back to life is gone forever
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And the black wearing out your soul
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is the black haunting you in echoes
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The Black
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| Before the Dawn |
