Текст песни
When ignorance is bliss
Our voices nothing but a sore hiss
We yearn for redemtion, for an end
Yet we keep heading on
While time's expanding - running slow
Like streams of molten lead
In this moments of need
our memories will soon be gone
There'll be no end
There'll be no end
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No end
No end
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No end
No end
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Father, is this the end?