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The Silence of Our Wake (Live)
They walk down the streets again
So close they can hear our pain
Beyond the clouds
That empty place
One fine frozen face
Half alive I can't explain
Invasion seems over now
Where the few are on the run
Then they strike again
They crawl down their slides again
But now I can't feel the rain
Behind the sun
That perfect face
One fine summer's day
Still alive I don't know why
Fighting's over now
Still afew are on the run
Then they strike again
Wish I knew where I could hide
I could try to dissapear in the crispest night
Summoned back again
They race down the streets again
And now I can hear their names
They had come
In ancient times
One fine summer's day
It's all true
I can explain Invasion is over now
Where the few are on the run
Here they come again
Wish I knew where I could hide
I could try to dissapear in the deadly night
Wish I knew where I could hide
I could try to dissapear in the alien night
Summoned back again
In the final days
In the silence of our wake
When the time will come to face towards the sun
At the shinnig gates
All the flowers ain't worth dying for
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Preying to a throne on top of bones
When you'll see
When the time will come to face
We're only mortal men
In the silence of our wake
And you will leave
The world and all we know
Dimly ashes burn
And the sea evaporates
You will wave your magic wand
With tragic grace
The world will say goodbye in horrific flames
You will wave your magic wand
With tragic grace
The Earth will only be an empty space
One day you'll see
When the time will come to face
This world will diappear
In the silence of our wake
And will you leave
The world that we all know
Faintest fire glows
And we evaporate
You will wave your magic wand
With tragic grace
The world will say goodbye in horiffic flames
You will wave your magic wand
With tragic grace
The Earth will only be an empty space
I believed in you
No mercy and forgotten seeds
I would believe in you
Must be some sort of soul in you
Must we die Must we fry
Misty eyed
No tears to cry
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