A moth lands down on a withering rose
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Like a silent mission from the dark
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Drifting around chasing fading light
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On a never ending search for shelter
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It takes a million men to conquer the world
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The moonshine englightens and covers it all
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It's bringing them down, down in the fall
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Like a thousand screams
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Breathing down your neck
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An all - Devouring dragon
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Like a thousand down your obscure
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Slave new world
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A breed of slaves
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The time has come for the brave to muster
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In the crimson sunset they shall gather as one
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Internal wisdom strengthens the powers
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Hatred feeds the spark in their eyes
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Bravens surveil the new world birth
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To witness the changes in the earth
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Mankind exceed and growing stronger
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History repeats itself
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Lizards evolves in the dusky horizons
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A deadly challenge - Prepare to fall
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Dwelling salvation - Lost creation
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They are shadows of the holy
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Spirits are restless and yearning revenge
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Utter darkness tighten the clench
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Souls that are true are hard to bend
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But blood in the soil will tell of their end
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New World Obscure
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Ashes To Ashes |