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Face primeval force of dismay

 Come to this world, be driven by fear

 Man, faulty vessel of live

 Molded to shape, so easy to crush

 Clay, filled with the bane

 Figure of power, so hungry to last

 Night cannot abate the fever of the sun

 To let the darkness wreath the day, the light

 Words becoming pale, sly thoughts sum up the gain, underrating a toll

 Together we dissolve the pain, once forlorn

 Together we embrace the self with a slave

 Together we dissolve the pain, once forlorn

 Together we incite the flame of thirst

 The urge, forever begotten by flesh,

 It cannot be tamed, never will stop, to own the control

 Night cannot abate the fever of the sun

 To let the darkness wreath the day, the light

 Words becoming pale, sly thoughts sum up the gain, underrating a toll