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Mythological tale of a Master teaching his future Successor. |
| Resurrected, out of mud and love There un-cleansed eyes are urging and searching for you It’s love they feel in their hearts Hope is the keeper of their dreams ! There is, there is no time to waste Centuries past and I still see her face (Watchmen) The time has come To save us from the new dawn of hate (Watchmen ) It’s our pain that keeps him alive , Watchmen ! My son do you see the tears they cry The way they embrace his hypnotic lies I pray for enlighten mines So run, run from this world of false idols and falling skies There is, there is no time to waste Centuries past and I still see her face (Watchmen) The time has come To save us from the new dawn of hate (Watchmen ) It’s our pain that keeps him alive , Watchmen ! |