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Come in from the darkness oh children of fire

As we wither on the vine

Make them believe that the world is diving

As it withers on the vine

Until the storm at the end of the world

Breaks the spell that we've cast to hide the weakness

In our doomed and broken hearts

Draw down the sun

A new wind rises

Come the dawn

Fill your cups with blood and wine

As we wither on the vine

And the carrion fowl encircle the sun

As the turning of the wheel

Down among the snakes and scorpions

They watched us crawl in the flame

The ghosts of the old world