[R©¡derer, Scharf / Krull]
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An old weak, grey man on the hill
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Alone, sad he looks down, down the vale
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He remembers the old days, shadows of past
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The old days, memories he's lost
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He's searching for reasons, recalling the past
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For reasons, fractive remains
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He has before his eyes
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As the sky turned red
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Changed the world it's face
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Naught was anymore like before
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As the sky turned red
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Fertile days were gone
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Many moons raised and set since that time
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Now he's afraid of the return
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He has settled life once and for all
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He looks at the ruins of nature
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Mankind's work is done
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Vermins stay behind the downfall
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Weeds grow apace
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Withered trees- degenerated
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Desolated- tract of country
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Storming clouds- Unnatural colour
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Threatening, mystic phenomena
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Birds flight away
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With them our dreams
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Years of destination
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Took life away
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Inactive all the time
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Man's sense of guilt
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Now bones like glass
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He never can take measures
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(Sky turned red)
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The omen strikes again
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(Sky turned red)
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The back of beyond
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He has before his eyes
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As the sky turned red
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Changed the world it's face
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Naught was anymore like before
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As the sky turned red
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Fertile days were gone
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[Lead: R©¡derer]
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[Lead: Scharf]
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Sky Turned Red
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Atrocity |