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Cry to the rain-wash sin away.
Cry for the people who are made of twilight,
heading to the temple to pretend to pray.
Cry to the wind-let it unbind you,
Cry to the rain-wash sin away.
Cry for the people who think their praying,
Cry for the people on the seventh day.
Can't understand, why you don't feel it inside.
The Gods, they are watching, you can not hide.
This whole generation, think their purified,
their so slow to move, so full of self pride.
See who you are now, see what you've done.
Minds full of nothing, all hard won.
Look to yourslef now to answer your soul.
The graves not the end, but, death is so cold.
Cry-twilght all around.
Cry-energy just won't flow.
Yeah, cry-change,deep inside.
Cry when you listen, but still don't know.
Oh no. Oh no don't know. Oh no no, don't know, no no, don't know.
Cry-energy just so low.
Cry-change deep inside.
Cry-twilght all around.
Cry-when you hear but still don't know.
Cry-for the rain to come and wash you.
Cry-for the people on the seventh day.
Cry-to the wind to unbind you.
Cry-for your soul, knees bent to pray.
Can't understand, why you don't feel it inside.
The Gods, they are watching, you can not hide.
This whole generation, think their purified,
their so slow to move, so full of self pride.
See who you are now, yeah, see what you've done.
Minds full of nothing, all hard won.
Look to yourslef now to answer your soul.
The graves not the end, but, death is so cold.
Cry-twilght
Oh no, no, no, oh, no, no, no, don't know, oh.
The sadness in my arms and legs,
It's loving to have time for lamentation.
Cry-to the wind when you don't know.
Cry-energy just won't flow.
No, no, don't know, I just don't know, no. I don't know.
I was made of twilight,
born of low energy.
This generation, is afraid to move,
and I'm sad because this energy, isn't free to be,
what it want's to be.
It's loving to cry for what you are.
Loving to have time for lamentation.
Loving to be who we really are,
and what we really are...is:
Heavy, heavy tears.
Heavy heavy tears.
Heavy heavy tears,
about to fall,
about to fall.
at the golden dragon flying there,
He'd heard of her.
Yes he'd been told,
of Aroaria.
There is no more to be found.
He raised the bow,
Oh no, no, no
Aroaria, to and fro,
a fatal blow.
where all other men can be free,
they try to take the land away from me,
and all the tribes that you now see,
will someday vanish from your site,
we'll not give up this land without a fight.
Their childrens lives, yes, there the children of,
the sons of gods, knew daughters of the men.
The elders know the earth needs cleaned again.
War and blood, everywhere.
Mothers morn the loss of sons,
is this really God's will be done?
Siagon strikes within the womb,
a thousand names upon the the tomb,
a world consumed.
Their childrens lives, yes, there the children of,
the sons of gods, knew daughters of the men.
The elders know the earth needs cleaned again.
Their on their way, to sit on the counsil.
Their on their way, traveling through time,
they say,
to weigh the deeds of earth, all the games they play.
With promises of judgement day.
and earths existance is at stake.
power blind in ignorance,
with blackened dreams of dominance.
A leader who leads with heavy hand.
His people follow his command.
I can't understand!
Their childrens lives, yes, there the children of,
the sons of gods, knew daughters of the men.
The elders know the earth needs cleaned again.
Their on their way, to sit on the counsil.
Their on their way, traveling through time,
they say,
to weigh the deeds of earth, all the games they play.
With promises of judgement day.
as they looked to west,
where the souls were confined.
They had traveled thousands of years,
through space and time to sit at the counsil.
folage was once again beginning to appear.
They spoke in words I knew not,
yet,
I understood.
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