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- The setting sun

 

Your entire life
With death that will be no more
My entire death, would be recovered
My own destiny
Has not been a real sign
They've manipulated, perish in their land

But it's the setting sun, decaying

Their entire lifes, are forced to your kness
Let our emptines, no choice to the unreal
Sick minds, the ancient ones are watching
Blind illusions, are just the intructions...

But It's the setting sun, you know it's true
The agreement is signed with blood...
You'd pray beyond,
The rules stabilished by the lords
You know it's true,
But it's the setting sun, torment!

From here to hell
There was a little way
From right to left,
The ancient ones are dead

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