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Holy Grail Crisis In Utopia

Off the cosatline on the horizon, Ships appear in the moonlight No shelter, no time, as they descend on our tribe Now the raiders storm the invaders

Dim the lights on a force fed future Dim the lights just enough So that your eyes will never adjust to the darkness Left fluent in a murdered language

So here we go again on the last crusade Who ya think you're fooling now? Until the war is done your luck will never change Now the horde will cut you

White lightning over you Fire in the air The night grabs hold of you Voices calling you From long ago Entranced with bravery A call to victory Power

I'm feeling uninspired and I'm feeling uncontrolled The whole world turned against me and left me out in the Cold That fire once inside is a distant

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