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In a chilling dream shown to an
ancient wise man
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Total darkness fell to black out our
horizon
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Brought a sudden stop to all
communications
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Made us castaways on scattered island
nations
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Utter devastation rode the wind like
cosmic dust
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Bitter isolation turned our shining hopes
to rust
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He dreamt all the stars had lost
their brilliant fire
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Nothing more was ours but unfulfilled
desire
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Everywhere was seen a state of mass
confusion
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Everything had been distorted by
delusion
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Utter devastation rode the wind like
cosmic dust
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Bitter isolation turned our shining hopes
to rust
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Instrumental |
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Will these twisted scenes be visited
upon us
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Visions of the misty mystic mind of
Nostradamus
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Shatter us to shards with negative
vibrations
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Still
our beating hearts and faith in our salvation
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Let not devastation ride the wind like
cosmic dust
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Let not isolation turn our shining hopes
to rust
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Let our hearts become enlightened
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Never to be frightened of the dark
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