Dying World by Pentagram
Dying World
The flames grow high in your eyes
Your tempers hot and it's on the rise
Furious storm builds deep inside
And the universe no place to hide
You watch the world fall to it's knees
Full of sins as they beg for peace
But your blood runs cold through your veins
You only laugh when you're in pain
Sunshine through the tree tops
Moonshine cross the sea
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