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Send Us A Sign
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We have been lost, for so long
Among the ruins where shadows roam
Rivers run red, the black rains fall
Between the walls that once stood tall
Paradise's lost, it died in pains
Burned by the fire, atomic flames
Eternal quest, we're all alone
Forever bound, in search for home
In darkest hour salvation's rare
Beacon of light, let guide us there
Paradise's lost, no hope in sight
Nowhere to go, no sign of life
Send us a sign for us to survive
Send us a sign for us to revive
Send us a sign
Send us a sign
Amidst the ruins, our souls are worn
Fractured and tired, like hearts that mourn
Desolate land, so bleak and cold
Struggling to find a spark of hope
Paradise lost, we can't be saved
Dancing with death, on our graves
Send us a sign for us to survive
Send us a sign for us to revive
Send us a sign
Send us a sign
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We have been lost, for so long
Among the ruins where shadows roam
Rivers run red, the black rains fall
Between the walls that once stood tall
Paradise's lost, it died in pains
Burned by the fire, atomic flames
Eternal quest, we're all alone
Forever bound, in search for home
In darkest hour salvation's rare
Beacon of light, let guide us there
Paradise's lost, no hope in sight
Nowhere to go, no sign of life
Send us a sign for us to survive
Send us a sign for us to revive
Send us a sign
Send us a sign
Amidst the ruins, our souls are worn
Fractured and tired, like hearts that mourn
Desolate land, so bleak and cold
Struggling to find a spark of hope
Paradise lost, we can't be saved
Dancing with death, on our graves
Send us a sign for us to survive
Send us a sign for us to revive
Send us a sign
Send us a sign
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Cromm Cruac London, UK
Cromm Cruac, a multimedia machine, operated by a single man since an ancient era of 90's music trackers.
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