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Born in flames we all fall from grace Never known and never seen Suffer loss.. fade to grey Drinking the wine of what might have been Shroud of sin our shroud of faith Blind us now from our virtue's face Spilling blood in the name of our god Seven is your day of loss Walk through halls of shattered realms Cloaked in echoes of empty words Empty thoughts bear empty deeds Drink the wine of what should have been Caged by walls of blackened gold Trade your heart for an empty soul Architects of the coming fall All for one and none... for all Manipulate our destiny Magnify our greed Infiltrate our senses Plant the chaos seed From Letras Mania