If he does, what will become one of us?
Thine eyes, thine hands, thine ears, thine heart...
Be black, be impure, thy life is forfeit.
Day comes soon, prepare for the dawn.
I had a dream,
I dreamed of blight,
Great grief, none of us can stop us
And beyond that heart of the destruction
Because predestination cannot be healed.
I am a pawn, as are we all.
I saw it in a dream, a cataclysm...
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