You do not understand
A veil has been lifted
The fall of our beliefs
We need to know
Dead and exhausted land
So collapsed your promise
Only this light remains
Salvation through ages
There's a kind of confession in our looks
Which our modesty have not craft enough to color
A countenance more in sorrow than in anger
Deception to have walked the wrong line
Let us crave for better or the worse
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