1. |
Tomb of Illusions
03:48
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Awake from a dream
Of a world bathed in light
A vision of beauty
Now fading out of sight
I see you running
Through the dark
I hear you screaming
In your sleep
Your bed of grass is now a bed of dirt
And cold bars shock the nerves
Stale air surrounds you, breathe it in
Lost and panicked
Lost in the tomb
I see you running
Through the dark
I hear you screaming
In your sleep
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2. |
The Plague
03:10
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Leaves fall from the trees in the way you fell from grace
Keep staring in the mirror at the lines, the failed attempts to remove your face
Now the world keeps turning all around your static room
You're locked inside, you try to hide
What else can you do
But avert your eyes
Now the wind picks up
The fallen leaves go flying through the air like the swarm that always haunts your dreams
Shadows dart across the floor as the fear takes hold
There's nothing you can do
But avert your eyes
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3. |
In Exile
03:53
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It goes still
Still
Frozen in the darkness of your mind
Inside, inside you'll find
Longings that never fade with time
The cruelty of life blocks out the sun
You sit alone in exile
Confined to life, there's nowhere left to run
Just sit alone in exile
Cold
Like countless nights that have passed you by
The isolation stings
And some wounds just never heal with time
The cruelty of life blocks out the sun
You sit alone in exile
Confined to life, there's nowhere left to run
Just sit alone in exile
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4. |
Unknown World
03:35
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As faces appear through the haze
A sensation so unreal
Like meeting a soulless gaze
Eyes as cold as steel
So follow the burning road
Cursing those above
For all that they've take
And what's left to come
This is not my home
I'm living in an unknown world
Just keep your head down
And don't take off your mask
No one will help you
So don't even ask
This is not my home
I'm living in an unknown world
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5. |
No Salvation
05:09
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Watch the procession
Faces streamed with tears
Listen to the coming storm
Eyes drenched with fear
Wretched and tired
Hands start to shake
Another flash in the distance
The ground starts to quake
Shield your eyes
Here the sun brings no salvation
Here the light only brings death
From down below come the deafening screams
Of a world that's bursting at the seams
Succumb to the din
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