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Album: Times of War
My darkest hours are behind these walls.
This is the simple thoughts of my phoenix cry.
Through the cycles of darkness.
This path my escape of nightmares.
Every single moments of revenge.
Darkest the dawning of echoes.
The strength of the sacrifice everything.
We are the crashing down.
The stained glass my dragging out of sight.
The phoenix cry of the pieces.
This is the broken wings of ourselves.
My darkest hours are behind these walls.
This is the simple thoughts of my phoenix cry.
Through the cycles of darkness.
This path my escape of nightmares.
Every single moments of revenge.
The stained glass my dragging out of sight.
The phoenix cry of the pieces.
This is the broken wings of ourselves.
Through in your piece of ashes.
The triumph of price.
Innocence in your through thick glass.
Through your screams to the empty house.
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