The world was growing colder
They watched from far away
How man was weakened still
How fear became his shadow
The feeble lead the blind
From here we see forever, this place is ours you know
And forevermore, into an everlasting war
And we heard the call, the future lies within our hands
Built your house on sand, it's over now
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