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Conjurer of the plague
The bringer of infinite storm
Whose fog has fallen thin
Whose shadows drift and fade away
You can fool me not
By veils of such transparency
Condemned to where you guide
By weak beguile to quell the herd

I dare you to prove me wrong
Let these words rekindle your fire
It's been this way for so long
There's no end to justify
Must I die here alone?
With no one to tend to my gravestone

He whose water douses the flame
Whose tongue then curses the black of night
While his days are fading away
Closer draws the casket
With the threat of a coma unrestrained
Into the depths we dive
Divided we fall as one

I dare you to prove me wrong
Let these words rekindle your fire
It's been this way for so long
There's no end to justify
Must I die here alone?
With no one to tend to my grave stone

I stand before you now as the preacher
To cast upon you my words of a charlatan
My strength forever inhibited
A victim of the lost that control

I see the waters run red
Forever tainted with the blood of my soul
Spitting forth hypocrisy
I am my own worst enemy

Guitar Solo: Alex

I dare you to prove me wrong
Let these words rekindle your fire
It's been this way for so long
There's no end to justify

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