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The moons aflood with barren lakesReflecting lifelessness reflecting raysOf suns of fire, of blood red rageOut of which we are bornInto which is our fate"No agony of any mortal brainshall wrest the secret...the search is in vain"We'll bathe in the blood of salvation's nameFast then feast upon his flesh and prayWe'll clothe our skin in armor want for warWith blind allegiance, fear and faith no more"No agony of any mortal brainshall wrest the secret...the search is in vain" From Letras Mania