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Why talk when words mean nothing? Why talk when everything has been said? Why talk then? Prisoner of these prophetic visions Enslaved and forsaken in this earthly hell Dead to the world, forsaken You followed me seeking glory And now you bury your face in the wet mud Tasting your own insanity I will find the redemption through vengeance I guided you to the darkest corner of your soul Take a piece of me if you can look beyond my scars Land of the blind Because life is the prize for the pure at soul And the truth comes with dark clouds Land of the blind Now let me vanish into the fog