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Noveria
06:32
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White curtain, lost in the drift
Gone forever, suddenly shifts
And the ice gets harder overhead
We hang on, just by a thread
Cheers to us and all and then
We'll still be here when the day ends
The game is played by those who know
The truth is buried by the snow
And the night calls us and we're all alone
We're a million lightyears from our home
And if we want to ever know
We must drive on through this blanket of snow
Where the sky meets the ground and the answers are found
Even your voice doesn't make a sound
And even if we can't see the road
We must drive on through this blanket of snow
A thousand names and a thousand words
I had beared them as best I could
And as you are, you'll never know how sad
How cold it is to be thought of like that
Cheers to us, again and again
We're still right here when the world will end
And the songs are sung by those who know
The truths forgotten by the snow
And the night calls us and we're all alone
We're a billion lightyears from our home
And if we want to ever know
We must drive on through this planet of snow
Where the sky meets the ground and the answers are found
Even your voice doesn't make a sound
And even if we can't see the road
We must drive on through this planet of snow
And the mist will wrap around us
And the crystal, if you touch it...
And the winds will wrap around us
And the sisters, if you let them...
The night calls us and we're all alone
We're a billion lightyears from our home
And we don't want to ever know
But we drive on through this blanket of snow
Where the sky meets the ground and the answers are found
Even your voice doesn't make a sound
And even if we can't see the road
We must drive on through this planet of snow
We must drive on through this planet of snow
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Prism (Spectrum Mix)
03:36
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Turbine (Leviathan Mix)
05:02
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Xenostasis (Mother Mix)
05:19
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The Hybrid (Theory Mix)
04:28
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Colours
07:06
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You reap what you sow
Put your face to the ground
Here come the marching men
Your colours wrapped around
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Reapers Elmora, Pennsylvania
Organic life is nothing but a genetic mutation--an accident. We impose order on the chaos of organic evolution. You exist because we allow it, and you will end because we demand it. Your lives are measured in years and decades. You wither and die. We are eternal. The pinnacle of evolution and existence. Before us, you are nothing. Your extinction is inevitable. We are the end of everything. ... more
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