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Walking the dying orb of manAn empty path, blinded: fearUnable to speak the tongue of wrathDeaf to words not spoken in crowdNameless centuriesStill underneathI am so alien to youShut were those fragile eyesDuring all these starlit nightsHearing the dying prayerOf a manHis pity words disgust mewho are you too speakWhose mind (is) in chainsYou never walked aloneTasted sour wineWarriors like me- The wicked kindHand of mans demiseDarken spiritsAsleep for so longIt is time to open our eyes
Walking the dying orb of manAn empty path, blinded: fearUnable to speak the tongue of wrathDeaf to words not spoken in crowdNameless centuriesStill underneathI am so alien to youShut were those fragile eyesDuring all these starlit nightsHearing the dying prayerOf a manHis pity words disgust mewho are you too speakWhose mind (is) in chainsYou never walked aloneTasted sour wineWarriors like me- The wicked kindHand of mans demiseDarken spiritsAsleep for so longIt is time to open our eyes