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Perhaps today is upon Perhaps the time is upon Time to unearth this shrine Time to abandon these confines Lord of Dust I worship you Lord of Dust I run from you Lord of Dust I mute my cries Lord of Dust I close my eyes Visions of hatred In the mist of a dream Praying for silence Hearing that scream There is something Deep inside me Grown too large to contain Now I dilapidate in throes of rapture To keep myself sane... I burned my home Thread the violent sea Climbed the mountain to meet the god Teaching the craft of agony With no hope left I can't believe With no hope left I can't believe From Letras Mania