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We are the lost souls bound to fall Screaming at the night for nothing at all When it all fades, what do you expect? Triumphant horns? The perfect end? There is nothing beyond the gate A dark Moon rises and lies in shade We are the lost souls bound to fall Screaming at the night for nothing at all Lies in shade When it all fades, what do you expect? Triumphant horns? The perfect end? There is nothing beyond the gate A dark Moon rises and lies in shade