The thrall invade in the dead of night
The dark machine is what you need to fear
Beyond the veil of the barren skies
Controlling weakness as growing bleakness tests you
With silence like the grave
A fury will prevail
Preach to all like a prophet from long-dead tales
The tortured face in a damaged life
A thought serene is what you dream to fear
Of all the lowliest parasites
Devouring freedom, then cowering with no virtue
A silence like the grave
A cruelty will prevail
Preach to all from the top of the world, then fail
The look from weary eyes
The horrors of disease
Leaving all of humanity on its knees
A silence like the grave
A fury will prevail
Preach to all like a prophet from long-dead tales
The look from weary eyes
A longing for relief
Leaving all, leaving all of humanity on its knees
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