| Through death it is that we
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| Awaken from the dream of life
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| And may death be purpose and
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| Solution of all woeful strife
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| Through death we’re reborn
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| We’re empowered to see
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| Through death it will be
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| That our hearts will be free
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| Reborn as the sons of a new dawn
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| A star of freedom is rising
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| Above our heads
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| And voices
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| Slowly extinguish
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| Allowing the sacred
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| Chamber to speak
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| To speak the silent truth
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| As death is only the change of form
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| The spiritual eye is opened
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| To the clear light of the void
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| A secret unheard, a wisdom unseen
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| Rowned by voices of madness
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| Clouded by those without eyes to see
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| The depths of the ocean of all
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| Nor essence of spirit apart
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| From blindness of mind
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| Ending the state of contradiction
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| We walk in silence
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| Praising the gift from his right hand
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| We breathe in silence
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| Accepting the strength of surrender
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| We pray in silence
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| Receiving the truth from his left hand
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| We die in silence
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| Si quis vult me sequi
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| Deneget semetipsun:
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| Et toliat crucem suam
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| Et sequitur me
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| We have awakened from the
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| Chamber of lightless sleep
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| From states of division in disguise
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| Fueled by time and word
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| We are awake, we are awake
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| And the final curtain falls
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| We are awake, wide awake as
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| We’re entering his holy halls
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| What we seek, what we desire
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| What we believe, what we are
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| What we become shall be
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| Solely His light
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| I carry the voice of death
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| Deep within my open heart and
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| Deep within my shining spirit
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| Redifining what I am
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| Redifining what we are
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| A truth that may become forgotten
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| But can never be erased by time
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| Nor word or form
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| We speak the voice of death
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| We speak the love of death
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| We speak the truth of death
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| Obscured by darkest art
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| We carry the strength of death
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| We carry the sign of death
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| We carry the light of death
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| Deep within our shining hearts
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| The pulsing hypnotic rhythm
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| The waves of echo that draw you further
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| Into the void of contemplation
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| Layer upon layer of catastrophe and initiation
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| A lament for a dying world
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| There is a suffocating beauty to the atmosphere
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| And summoning within which feels like standing on the
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| Edge of jagged high cliffs with no care for the ground
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| Beneath my feet, to close our eyes to the outside world
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| And focus on the teaching in our blood
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| Walking through the flames that tear at the very
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| Essence of vision, a meditation on madness and pure faith
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| I feel the tears flow through my veins but they are not of
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| Sadness but of eternal suffering and the pain of creation |