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laydown my faith and believe the infinity gate nothing dies and all is too late mistake not the weak behold trust will bleed the image of nothing is real to fear the love is to buy the dammed and to kill the mother of all soften hands birth the power of wings create the wicked wins and swim in salted crys that paint the west winds,seeing shadows paying in the fire while evil tries to inspire what shall come to past barrie all that is beneath your feet and seal that with is not seen dont breath songs with no meaning but whisper the wishes from the carriage above be the brave and slave the cure nothing is in the wake of our fear the clamest of times has not yet arrived but from the ashes of us all will fall the great will to bend the price of it all