Quietus
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by Epica
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The culprit, you act before thinking
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Caught in your ignorant sin
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And lying to your own reflection,
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you thought you could hide
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Deprived of my own innocence, denied
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The infinity of recurring torment, your comeuppance
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See, hear the torture inside
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Devouring what was left of my pride
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You thought it?s not going to happen to you,
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thought you could hide
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The infinity of recurring torment, your comeuppance
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Dwelling in a mind, mixed up and
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Your regret has spread over the sea
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Quietus - score version
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Epica |