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Walking on the thin line
Of reality and what's beyond our world
Seeking something solid
But there's nothing to hold on
So you keep walking
Praying to the son of God
To keep you safe and warm
And when you die you are sure you'll rise
To the quiet land above
Bow to the ancient darkness
Regain the lands of old
Feel the powers growing stronger
Disobey your God
So keep on lying to yourself
Close your eyes so you can't see
That nothing's quite so real
As they want you to believe
Condemn to hell whoever disobeys your God
Eternal torment for the one that doesn't buy
Bound from beliefs that never change
Bow to the ancient darkness
Regain the lands of old
Feel the powers growing stronger
Disobey your God