Sanctuary
The tides of war,
The grim Décor
It bends the track for all the Freaks to see...
The Crying Shame,
The Deadly game
Counting forwards from one...two...Three
The Darkness dawns,
Unwielding Paws,
Fishing 'round the universe for Answers to The Sublime.
The day is done,
We've had our Fun
We bow our heads, before the dance of the immortals and Divine.
I pray for you,
For all them too
That we live our lives to the fullest Degree.
We're near our Doom,
Come make the tomb
Offer those that need the Prayers of fullest Sanctuary.
Tis done?
Tis done.
Indeed fair friend, may the peace rest with us.
Tis done?
Tis done.
Done what we can...Done what we must.
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