I have tried to find an answer in a world that's grown so dim

Of lost souls in the storm of waves, drowning in the grim

I have tried to see what meaning passes on to broken hearts

Like they're fading to the clearer of those set free from the burden of the arts

Please show me what that heart's meant to face

As I seek for the mind in a savior's grace

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Oh death to rise up, oh death to spark

Of killer angels at the lead in the dark

Where here I stand, sword in hand

Eyes to the empty with their skin of sand

It's a bloody crusade

Where innocent taste of what devils paid

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Is it worth that they suffer like this?

Only to dream of the winds of bliss?

Is it their nature, is it their fate?

To look on where others are free from its weight?

Caged by the perfect, as pure as they?

Not black or white, but a shade of grey?