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I can hear them call it out on the streets
The sound of hate to their marching feet
The gardens of gold have died without peace
While the pure warm hearted souls are sound asleep
I feel there is no one to trust
A cold wind of change made love rust
I fear the night's unfurled
Born in a cold worn world
Coming from hopeful days
Herald the fall from grace
The fall from grace
I can see their lies feeding their fire
The heat of hate in their blind desire
The dreams we once held have crumbled to dirt
From a broken yesterday to a future hurt
I feel there is no one to trust
A cold wind of change made love rust
I fear the night's unfurled
Born in a cold worn world
Coming from hopeful days
Herald the fall from grace
The fall from grace
The towers crumbling down
Built on the backs of the lost
Built on the backs of the drowned
Backs built to break
There goes our last piece of hope
It has been stolen and sold
And in this darkening maze
Is this our fall from grace?
Still they stand in hollow pride
While love and mercy fade and die
I know there is no one to trust
I fear the night's unfurled
Born in a cold worn world
Coming from hopeful days
Herald the fall from grace
Herald the fall from
Herald the fall from grace
The fall from grace
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