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I don't just dream about it in the night

But in the day now too

About the moment the hand touched the bottom

And pulled the body through

Don't entertain the shadowplay

Seek voice other than your own in the echo

The dead, they come to make no claim

But to guide the hand if you let go

You shouldn't try to pierce the sky

Tear the arch to collapse the aurora

Close your eyes, gaze inside

For the outside now paints as a horror

A thousand days, too little night

The equilibrium bleeds right where it lays

The fires feed first on our feet

In the panorama of our last days

Take a final look at your holy book

For it truly comes to be the last

When all is bone

When all is dust

None to remain

Will be the same

When all is bone

When all is dust

Kingdom come

In the province of the sick

Kingdom come

In the province of the dead

Kingdom come

To the first to die of cold

Kingdom come

And to those already dead

Kingdom come

To those who are forgotten

Kingdom come

To those who meant nothing

Kingdom come

To the first that became last

Kingdom come

To the ghosts of gardens pa